I was seventeen years old and in my room
I listened in the afternoon to all the music I liked
And from time to time, when a girl stayed at my house until midnight
In her arms time passed
And I spoke to her about the blue sky of California
She looked at me and we dreamed of another life
With a record, a song
It was to American music
That we were both dancing, my fingers in his hair
It was American music
Who made us spend our most beautiful years
And all my most beautiful memories of love and friendship
The days spent in joy or in sorrow
br/>Come back to American music
It was in April I remember, the showers were falling very hard
We were walking under your umbrella
I I was with you and that day, you didn't leave me outside
We haven't left each other since
We kissed then we closed the curtains
br/>All evening I remember it
We played the Fats Domino record
It was on American music
Let's loved you both, my fingers in your hair
It was American music
Which made us spend our most beautiful years
And all my most beautiful memories of love and friendship
The days spent in joy or sorrow
Come back to me to American music
It was to American music
That we both loved each other, my fingers in your hair
It was to American music
Which made us spend our best years
br/>And all my most beautiful memories of love and friendship
Days spent in joy or sorrow
Come back to me on American music.