When Jim Morrison died in Paris in '71
I saw my sisters crying when I came home from school
Not eight years later I was close to tears myself
As Sid Vicious his I gave up the spoon much too early
From then on it was clear to me
That the life of a musician was extremely dangerous
When Bon Scott drowned in alcohol in 1980
I had a hard time myself struggling with my first acid trip
And I still remember exactly how sad we all were
When Rex Guildo jumped out of his window in '99 (hossa!)
It was a shock, a bad one This dream
The whole world was cold and gray
We were sad for a summer
We gave up our innocence
We were young, we were blue
We were sad for a summer
A summer long
And when they found Michael Jackson dead in his booth
I saw people moonwalking on the beach in Ibiza
That's why I want, that you know
That the life of a musician is not a walk in the park
It was a shock, a bad dream
The whole world was cold and gray
We were sad for a summer
/>We gave up our innocence
We were young, we were blue
We were sad for a summer
For a summer
For a summer
(Aaah-aaah )

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