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 



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