Summer, summer, fabulous summer!
Miracles make me feel dizzy ...
Here in the chain mail of the rainbow color
Islands come out of the river!
In the scales, in the flicker of seashells,
With uncovered mane,
From the courtyards of the coastal villages
Silently capturing ݈ fishermen ...
On the sands, tense,
To the shallows, sharp as swords,
That cant go goose down,
Then, roaring, rooks will fall.
Summer, summer ...
With the song underfoot
The hot grass is waiting for the rain.
Together with the sun, in the haze of dawn,
From the river
Come out
Islands!
Writer Timofei Belozerov
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