Reaching for the summer sun
the dark days are behind.
Although in rush we never saw,
the things that past us by.
We see around the flowers blooming,
and look for clover fields.
Inside there might be clover four,
That gives the luck as shield.
We also see the first attempts,
of a birds that spread its wings.
Next year it might be back again,
with the highest notes to sing.
But now we should enjoy ourselves,
see the sun drown in the sea.
Tomorrow she is back again,
at last that’s all I want and plead.