How much light, how much warmth
These three weeks gave us!
The kind wildflowers
Looked into our eyes everywhere
Who can remember how many times
Stars fell from the sky for luck.
This does not often happen on Earth
But where are they now?
The happy times have left their fleeting glimpse and passed
The short holidays are over
Alas, love did not call on us then
Love did not call on us, it just called out.
The grey rain is coming
And then there will be blizzards...
Will these three weeks really remain somewhere in the past?
Who can remember how many times
Stars fell from the sky for luck.
This does not often happen on Earth
But where are they now?
The happy times have left their fleeting glimpse and passed
The short holidays are over
Alas, love did not call on us then
Love did not call on us, it just called out.