Leave
And without even a glance
Let your passion extinguish
And go
Leave
So forget the noise
The blue silence in the cottage
And go
Think of the rose that awaits you
In her garden after so long
Leave
Summer is somewhere
Behind the sand
And wind hills
Leave
We saw somewhere
A rose at the edge of a rice field
Palpitant
Think of summer
Which stirs the sea
Think of hope [amidst] the open skies
Leave
Before it's too late
Grab your guitar and a bit of clear water
And go!