I live for eccentric summer nights,
amongst cold winter shivers.
I live for those showers of rain,
that respite from the the day’s fever.
But yesterday was a new day once,
as tomorrow will soon be another yesterday.
There will be summer, there will be rain,
but nothing can stop the inevitable winter spell.
How many summers have gone ,
and how many times has the sky cried?
How many times has the summer’s sweat ,
been frozen by the winter’s cold embrace?
But in all these ciricles, I have remained ,
to watch this wondrous spell.
For though yesterday was once a new day,
I am just the same ,as every tomorrow becomes a yesterday.
