The summer has passed
As if it was not here (the summer)
It is warm under the sun (??)
But it is not enough
Everything that could have happened
To me, as if a five-leaf* literally: five fingered
Fell right into my hands/palms
But it is not enough
Neither evil
nor good went to waste in vain
Everything burned and was was bright
Life took me under its wing
Protected and saved [me]
I really got lucky
Did not burn the leaves
Did not break the branches
The day was washed, like the glass (of a window)