History of one Window

Call me in the summer - I'll cover it with my palm
from blinding light and scorching heat
call me into the summer, into the hop blizzard of poplar trees
I will give all the coins and gray hair to boot.

I will forget all the addresses except the address - summer,
spit on colds and bad omens
I will quench your thirst with spring water
call for you ..., call at least once.

Kissing bouquets on the lips will not fade.
again the summer girl invites to the party
you know about it that the ticket is not expired
call me in summer, and then ... in autumn ...