They think the rain doesn't hurt
Summer is reflecting in the face
Look to the light, look to the light
Looking back
Summer dreams are in front of the door
Joy of life is part of the dance
Summer doubts are wiped away
With a look to the light
With a look to the light
I know my name
I Know my aim
You give me view
Not too little, not too much
Just a piece
With you happiness abounds
You know, you won't become wise or rich
Summer is your favourite season
The golden glimmer
Lying on your eye-lashes
Is enough for you
Summer fields are sewn
Sunflowers become less yellow
The war goes on
One-armed bandit
Giving hope, stealing tragedy
Close the autumn, the wind is too strong
For 80 calenders, for 80 calenders
You're an example of contentness
You believe that rain doesn't hurt
The summer is reflecting on your face
Look to the light, you look to the light
You're looking back
Look to the light, you look to the light
You're looking back