Summer -

It is the happy August of our love

The time is ripe for harvesting the fields

Heat is not more, the warmth is all we have,

Enough to be content in our needs

The food for thought as good as meals you cook

The house you made home where comfort reigns,

The children who inherited your looks,

They are the landmarks of our winding ways.

Summer of love,

Yellow sun the skies over

Center of life,

You are mine, I am yours always

Feeling your joy and your pain,

You are verse andain.

Your kisses are as warm as our walks,

Walks in the park which started shedding leaves.

I never thought I could enjoy our talks

As much as the embraces that you give.

Summer of love,

Yellow sun the skies over

Center of life,

You are mine, I am yours always

Feeling your joy and your pain,

You are verse andain.

But children, children, what will be your path?

How will you find the road toward your home?

If only I could give you my advice,

If only I could pass you what I learned