Mint is in the lungs of August
The scent of mint is in the lungs of August, \nthe scent of sunny spicy wines...\nThe sunsets' kiss that on the shoulders\nso that you feel it in your blood, sunshine...\nAnd You feel every exhalation, \nthe prints of stubborn lips...\nBut in the sincere suns \nI only quench my thirst in you...\nNo myth! \n\nThe soft light scatters roots grow stronger \nSoon in the fall...\nAugust loves the sincerest laughter, \nand the magic ball...\nBut it is leaving very slowly anyway, \nsending the rains to come and stay... \nFrom the hot moments tenderness blooms like a fire in the chest,\nDo not get drunk from August fragrant flavour,\nBut just to taste!..\n\nThe scent of the sea is in the lungs of August, the scent of hopes that out of the sudden have just come true...\nThere's a backpack of stories behind the shoulders \nthe golden border is ahead to meet with you...\nEach deed is priceless \nBut one day... even our August goes away \nBut you will stay