These days of August

Sitting in my house

Sirene of the ambulance

Wheels of cars in the streets close by 

my house 

make the asphalt come alive

Mopeds and more cars

Crows are cawing in the early darkened sky

Mews are keeping there silence;

they're the first to wake up tomorrow

The wheel is rolling towards Wintertime

Slowly now

Time is almost standing still

Sunnerheat

will be blown away by summerstorm

tomorrow

The walls of my house 

are doing their best to keep the heat within

Open doors let the sounds of outside

come inside let the heat of inside

go outside

Summertime at the end of August

is looking back on Summerheat

is looking forward to shorter days

Summertime at the end of August

is rolling slowly

So slowly

Let's go slow

these days of August