Θυμάμαι εκείνα λουλούδια στο ράδιο, και πώς πονεί να θυμάμαι εκείνες σπασμένες υποσχέσεις

Summer and smoke, diamonds and dust
Go where you will, do what you must
The promise was made, your word was enough

We had dreams, visions and plans
Into the night, out of our hands
Letting our passion fulfill our demands

I remember those songs on the radio
The jasmine, the wind in your hair
Does it seem like so long ago?

Into the dust, reckless we rode
Secret desire, talking in code
Bittersweet madness, the stories unfold

I remember those songs on the radio
The jasmine, the wind in your hair
And how it hurts to remember those
Broken promises
Is it written in stone
That we wind up alone?
Broken promises
Can your heart still recall
When the promise was all that we had?