Such a tenderness on the mirrors
Where there are shadows of the poses in the preschool dresses
They’re painting tenderness on the bodies, and there’s summer in the eyes
Endless and so tender
This summer can’t be forgotten any more
On the chiks somewhere by the wind
Autumn will kiss. Probably it’s a pity
That wind can’t do it so tender
The river of the sunrise was hiding the night
The glow of eyewater. Oh, this summer
Was burning into the hundred thousand stars and was dressed in the love
The sky was dropping down the ray of light