Description of one of the hottest noon in a poetic sense.
|The summer days
Do you hear in your own ear
The silence song of the warmest noon?
I heard them in the thunderous noon
With the voice of the wind,
The fountain litter throws water into the water,
Souls are broken in hard grounds and are sung by Soulas.
The sun goes through the eye
With the rays of hard rays
Our days in the expanse of the rainy season
And with many spring honey smells of memory.