When the sun shines through the clouds,
and there is no sweltering heat,
Im going out for a walk, by the way,
without a sketchbook, just lightly.
And it’s not a pity that time is wasted,
runs away. I dont feel sorry for him.
But I quite enjoy the summer
casting his gaze into the boundless distance.
The breeze blows over me,
The color green is quite fun.
Dark thoughts recede
and the soul, like a bird, flies.
And it doesn’t matter what’s empty in your pockets,
that they raised gas prices again,
I will be cheerful and serene,
Ill grieve some other time.
and there is no sweltering heat,
Im going out for a walk, by the way,
without a sketchbook, just lightly.
And it’s not a pity that time is wasted,
runs away. I dont feel sorry for him.
But I quite enjoy the summer
casting his gaze into the boundless distance.
The breeze blows over me,
The color green is quite fun.
Dark thoughts recede
and the soul, like a bird, flies.
And it doesn’t matter what’s empty in your pockets,
that they raised gas prices again,
I will be cheerful and serene,
Ill grieve some other time.








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