The Heatwave is Over

The heatwave is over, the skies are pale grey The pouring rain hit the leaves This morning provokes not to think, but to say Something about the green trees While they are still green, summer hasn’t yet gone But there’s not much time left to hear The hissing of summer rains, canaries song With autumn it all disappears And there will be new rains, much colder than this Green leaves will turn yellow and brown To be carried away with the wind from abyss That lays the first snow on the ground.