A wind sweeps over the meadows of the wind
And I'll write a summer song
With sunshine and the scent of flowers in the melody
I wanted to sing about Katarina
To wooden flutes and a dulcimer
But the wind's tones become the summer's songs
I just listen in a hall of birch leaves
A wind sweeps over the meadows of the wind
And I'll write a summer song
With sunshine and the scent of flowers in the melody
A girl walks in the aspen grove
I have a yellowed photograph
Over the years she became a dream, a fairytale
A lonely wanderer's sympathy
I wanted to write a little song
Where moments become eternity
But words become mute and tones turn deaf
And the song's thought remains a secret
A wind sweeps over the meadows of the wind
A tulle curtain flutters
And I'll write a summer song
With sunshine and the scent of flowers in the melody