So don't forget at the end of each summer
You can take the staircase, the summer disappears
So don't forget at the end of each summer
To make something up
Like your enormous paint box
Fake designers and sweat-shirts
Though neither remembered the innoncence
Took her gloves out of the warmth
So don't forget at the end of each summer
You can take the staircase, the summer disappears
So don't forget at the end of each summer
To make something up
What is she doing here
At the end of each summer
The library on the fourteenth floor
At the end of each summer
So don't forget at the end of each summer
You can take the staircase, the summer disappears
So don't forget at the end of each summer
To make something up
And what's more to spend
With the palm upwards
In the basement of the barber shop
Looked over at the curstomer
And what's more to spend
With the palm upwards
In the basement of the barber shop
Looked over at the curstomer
So don't forget at the end of each summer
You can take the staircase, the summer disappears
So don't forget at the end of each summer
To make something up
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem