The sun dazzles very hot,
The glaciers begin to melt,
When sweat flows a lot,
The soldier loosens his belt,
The farmer lies on the cot,
To bandage his open welt,
Heat does every thing rot,
To the crazy nothing is felt,
It was summer believe or not,
When for the first time I felt,
I lost my heart, and a lot,
And aroma of love I smelt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem