When Summer Rain Ends

 

 

Sing no sad song, not yet

Or I’ll behold in your lids,

Hang the sweet tears of agony

Rather paint me visions

Of thousand smiles in your lips…

And upon your lips…your lips…

The vision of night will fade away…

Kiss me not, not yet…

Least you’ll awaken a silent sea!

And it’s faint murmuring

Turn to turbulent despair!

But surely when you pass away

I’ll grasp the air

And kissed the same

That kissed you.

Dry your tears,

let not your tears

Warm my icy tomb

And when light fade

Softly from my eyes

Take my hands once more

And into the clouds, I’ll fly…

When summer rain ends.