The seeds of summer

Are carried on the wind

Awakening memories

Awakening yearnings

The seeds of summer come into our nostrils

And hint at what kind of summer

It is going to be

 

One morning I opened a window

And immediately there was the slightest of smells

Summer of the kind that was here in the past

I said come summer – a strong summer

 

How would you like to be

A flower that turns into a white white ball?

A slight breeze will come in the evening time

It will disperse your head further and further someplace

 

Would you want to be a breaking wave

On a beach full of bathers?

Make me a king anointed with salt

Crowned with seeds of seaweed

 

Would you want to be a stolen cigarette

In the mouths of youths with their first desire

Or would you then suck and inhale the ash

They will say it is flickering – the flickering

 

The seeds of summer

Are carried on the wind

Awakening memories

Awakening yearnings

The seeds of summer

Come into our nostrils

And hint at the kind of summer

That it is going to be –

 

So what is the summer that is coming

From which I get the slightest of smells

A wave of love travelling to us

Breaks on a yearning in the distance

 

The seeds of summer

Are carried on the wind

Awakening memories

Awakening yearnings

The seeds of summer come into our nostrils

And hint at the kind of summer

That it is going to be