Letras:Ivano Fossati. Good-bye Indiana. Harvest Moon.

In the firelight your eyes are stars of summer
in the firelight your eyes are stars of summer
in September in your eyes harvest moon
in the firelight your eyes are stars of summer.

In your light lies soft as gold of summer
in your light lies soft as gold of summer
in September in your eyes harvest moon
in your light lies soft as summer gold.

There's a pilot waving past the rain
as I'm sliding down the passages of your brain.

In the firelight your eyes are stars of summer
in the firelight your eyes are stars of summer
in September in your eyes harvest moon
in the firelight your eyes are summer's stars.

There's a pilot waving past the rain
as I'm sliding down the passages of your brain.