Warm nights the summer with it
has already brought us
red fires have lit
on every field to dance...
The harvest is the sweet time
from tomorrow the wheat will fall
and you too are curious
you wonder who will pick you...
They have returned to the fields
in long lines to dance
until the dawn you spied
their fires from afar...
It's the sweet time of the harvest
the hot summer is already over...
and you're curious too
wait for someone who will pick you...
You are the most beautiful ear of corn
that they forgot to cut
you are the tallest apple
that no one will ever reach...
The harvest time has passed
the hot summer is already over
and you are still curious
you wonder who will pick you...

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