Summer,
you are as hot as the kisses I've lost,
you are filled with a love that is gone,
that my heart wuold like to delete...
I hate Summer,
the sun that made us warm everyday,
what beautiful sunsets it painted,
now it burns only with rage...
Another winter will come,
a thousand rose petals will drop,
The snow will cover everything
And maybe a little bit of peace will return...
I hate Summer,
that gave every flower its scent,
Summer which created our love,
just to let me die of pain...
Another winter will come...
I hate Summer,
that gave every flower its scent,
Summer which created our love,
just to let us die of pain...
Another winter will come...