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There's a breeze over the meadows of the wind,
it flutters in a tulle curtain.
And I'm gonna write a summer song
with sun and flower scent in the melody.
I wanted to sing about Katarina,
to woodwind flutes and a cymbal.
But the wind's tones become summer's songs,
I just listen in the birch leaf hall.

There's a breeze over the meadows of the wind,
it flutters in a tulle curtain.
And I'm gonna write a summer song
with sun and flower scent in the melody.
There's a girl in the aspen grove,
I have a yellowed photograph.
With the years, she became a dream, a tale,
a lonely wanderer's sympathy.

I wanted to write a little song,
where moments turn into eternity.
But words become mute and tones deaf,
and the song's thought becomes a secret.
It becomes a secret.

I just want to sing
I just want to sing

There's a breeze over the meadows of the wind,
it flutters in a tulle curtain.
And I'm gonna write a summer song
with sun and flower scent in the melody.
There's a girl in the aspen grove,
I have a yellowed photograph.
With the years, she became a dream, a tale,
a lonely wanderer's sympathy.

I wanted to sing about Katarina,
to woodwind flutes and a cymbal.
But words become mute and tones deaf,
and the song's action becomes a secret.

I wanted to sing
I just want to sing,
about Katarina,
about how I feel.
I stood under your summer window