You remember? The colors on the sneakers The pencils in the tapes I rewind, you remember? All those dreams full of floppy disks In Paris it was the esthete 1989 You remember? The colors on the sneakers The pencils in the tapes I rewind, you remember? All those dreams full of floppy disks In Paris it was the esthete 1989 You remember? The colors on the sneakers The pencils in the tapes I rewind, you remember? All those dreams full of floppy disks In Paris it was the esthete You know, of all these days, there's nothing I regret But sometimes I go back to 1987 In 87 You remember? The surveys and the OOPs Sabrina and 7 out of 7 In the kitchen it was nothing More than 12 months on the planet The URSS, INEXESS Enchanted, I want your *** There are some days when I take my skate again And I'm going for a ride in 1987 There are some days when I throw myself And I'm going back to 1987 You know, of all these days, there's nothing I regret But sometimes I go back to 1987 In 87 In 87 You'll see, one day, a song in your head You'll have it in your turn, your 1987 You'll see, one day, a song in your head You'll have it in your turn, your 1987 That's all I wish for you You'll have it in your turn, your 1987 That's all I wish for you You'll see, one day, a song in your head You'll have it in your turn, your 1987 That's all I wish for you You'll have it in your turn, your 1987 You'll see, one day, a song in your head You'll have it in your turn, your 1987 That's all I wish for you