Summer Sonata

Rotten fruits smell stunning.

Bushes and trees sound sunnily,

Swarms of black flies sing

On the brown forest glade.

In the pool's deep blueness

The light of weed-fires blazes.

Hear sudden love cries whirring

From yellow flower walls.

Butterflies chase themselves for a long time;

Drunkenly my shadow dances

On sultry meadows of thyme.

Brightly ecstacized blackbirds trill.

Clouds show stiff breasts,

And wreathed by foliage and berries

Under dark pines you see

A skeleton play the violin grinning.