During summer our dreams come true;
We start anew
Our trip beyond the field of view,
Our lives without pain and gloom.

Our summer leaves us in a trice;
The sun shines bright,
Yet the days grow shorter than the nights,
And this nature's song fades into quiet.

Every year summer passes fast,
Just like the dust
Blown away from our window's glass;
And then autumn comes to sing for us.

Now the heavy rain starts pouring down,
It floods our town,
Washing out our traces on the ground.
But the summer memories stay sound.

Sunny June was full of joy and fun;
July had come,
And we missed its hasty, fleeting run.
Dewy August came and passed... It's gone...

All the seasons always come and go,
Not fast, nor slow;
Only summer feels so brief, so short,
Just unlike the winter's endless snow...