Young summer

Now the young wife is having a summer break

its bright tent

on travel bars over our field

over the falan

Now she lets out her heroes go

the speckled lark and the cuckoo the gray

and the swallow

They hunt and fan all day long

to bring with me and to cry and sing

her case

They say our queen is warm and young

as a wedding party her mind

Go in, go into the big tent, you will live seldom

like the hilarious summer's husband and king

in the sunshine and glory in it

There is a dash of clouds thrown away

like a rope between the west and nol

where the young wife has been hanging out for summer

its red skirt

his guest shed, overnight

Now she sleeps on her pillow all her own

and all the forests with rocking branches

and all the waking water

They say, Mrs Summer is cool and clean

her dreams as waving fog

and the one who is dreamy, weak and young

must come and become her dream king

her whispering heart senses