Текст:
Measuring a summer's day, I only finds it slips away to grey,
The hours, they bring me pain
*Tangerine, Tangerine, Living reflection from a dream;
I was her love, she was my queen, And now a thousand years between
Thinking how it used to be, Does she still remember times like these?
To think of us again? And I do
* Chorus
The hours, they bring me pain
*Tangerine, Tangerine, Living reflection from a dream;
I was her love, she was my queen, And now a thousand years between
Thinking how it used to be, Does she still remember times like these?
To think of us again? And I do
* Chorus
