When it is summer for you,

Tears in my heart,What can i do?I cannot cry outwardly for,I always have my tears within me.A cry on Mount Ephraim,The watchman cried aloud too;Build houses and live in them like,The sea of yazer.The lover i saw wasn’t the one i met,My tears are always within me;I am searching and waiting for you to come,Like…

For you are now busy with life and chsing money,But it is always nice to hear from you.

For the rock is now turned into a pool of water!And Ankrah is my lover so sweet.

I am in the land of love ready to meet you.Cover man and cover woman,Come and take me home with you;Cove girl and cover boy,Come and take me to the land of lovers;For they imprisioned me because of love,But i am now polished like sapphires.

But on the table is a bowl of cherries to Archipelagos!I have the freedom of my theory to all mankind.Oh freedom!Of a philosophical conundrums to share with you;For my theory is for ages in times like war without peace!From the freedom of a philosophical point of view,Like the summer and winter when lovers do meet;But…

For the sweet muse of your love is all that i need.