Postcards from Italy

The times we had, oh, when the wind would blow
我們共度的時光，哦，每當起風時
With rain and snow were not all bad
下雨和下雪都不壞
We put our feet just where they had, had to go
我們驅使我們的腳不得不去
Never to go
從來沒有去過的地方
The shattered soul following close but nearly twice as slow
那破碎的靈魂接逐漸近但卻慢了一拍
In my good times there were always golden rocks to throw
在我的美好時光裡，總是有金色的石頭北丟棄
At those who admit defeat too late
在那些太晚承認失敗的人
Those were our times, those were our times
那是我們的時代，那是我們的時代
And I will love to see that day, that day is mine
我會看到那一天，那一天是我的
When she will marry me outside with the willow trees
當她與柳樹一同嫁給我
And play the songs we made, they made me so
然後創作我們的歌，我們就是這麼做的
And I would love to see that day, her day was mine
我願意看到這一天，她的一天是我的