Summer's scent

I can hear again the breeze through the trees,
the scent of the leaves.
The sweet sound when they are crumbled.
At the summer's nights,
to the torches' light,
any shadow would be humbled.

With this intoxicating breeze,
it's hard to stay sober.
So it's time to close your eyes,
and hope it'll never over.

Summer's scent is coming,
on the wind.
And it will remind you what was going on then,
after all winter long,
through the spring along,
now you can feel this summer scent again.

With this intoxicating breeze,
it's hard to stay sober.
So it's time to close your eyes,
and hope it'll never over.

Summer's scent is coming,
on the wind.
And it will remind you what was going on then,
after all winter long,
through the spring along,
now you can feel this summer scent again.