ESTATE (english translation) Summer You are as hot as the kisses, that I have lost You are filled with a love, that is over That my heart would like to erase Summer The sun, that warmed us every day That painted beautiful sunsets Now only burns with fury There will come another winter Thousands of rose petals will fall The snow will cover all And perhaps a little peace will return Summer It gave its perfume to every flower The summer, that created our love To let me now die of pain Summer URL: http://www.michaelsattler.de/jazz-standards/estate.html (deutsch) http://www.michaelsattler.com/jazz-standards/estate.html (english)