It's summer, hot summer bakes us everywhere! Inside the desired gutter they tear soul to small, Outdoors Bake Us Fire-Sun - society puts us in a furnace ... we're not at all joking ... with grief we catch a shadow of weakness, and the body seems to die dully and waiting for the cool night ... She, and the night, is warm, choked you're throwing in insomnia with the thought of sleeping, that the morning is near - the sun is coming and he'll fire the fire again ... The rain - our bliss - we are already looking to make a rush and bring freshness, the rain to smell is a whole bliss we are urging clouds, dropping chill ... A cure for the soul, how can we find it? We are always looking for this eternal peace, which he lost is still Adam, cheated by Eve - to taste forbidden fruit ...
