Seven hundred meters from the sea,
Under the red gold sun,
In the villa where we danced,

He sits quietly, sipping tea
With his white shirt undone.
Seven hundred meters from the sea

He is relaxed and does not notice me,
My life mate, my special one.
In the villa where we danced

After our honeymoon. His goatee
Is white, as age has won.
Seven hundred meters from the sea

I think of what we used to be
And all that we have overcome
In the villa where we danced.

We were young once but now we
Are old and soft as life is done.
Seven hundred meters from the sea
In the villa where we danced.