This
summer will not be in vain
confronting
and fighting fear
when
frightened by the hardest rain
Longing
to stay and to leave for years
staying
to make my own way
sometimes
fighting with tears
My
cradle endangered by shadows
a
past that seemed long time gone
turning
back from the hollows
At
least here I keep singing
and
my beloved ones calling
Spreading
joy and sorrow
I
don’t want to live without
singing
today and tomorrow
