Red summer

Red summer, why not flaunt flowing?
Your hands abundant fruit tired.
You're my summer, you like clothes, don't fold,
Though considerably in the way they were brought...
Won't bring back those years to the most luxurious moments
Where sweet wine caravelas love
Where they drink too much from the lips of enchantment happiness poured,
Stopping time up to a clear dawn.
...Decoration day was prepared for submission to:
The sun is the main role, and the hearts of hope.
Slurred mist in the crispy grass.
A tear shone in the eyes of parting...
It all goes away. And we're lost in the world.
No letters, no calls, no word...
And hot heat left in the summer –
To warm, to light and to believe again!