Long-awaited summer

The windows of my room have become accustomed to the rains.
The grey rains play a sad music on the glass of the windows.

Every day.
Every day.

Drops of the Rain…
Drops of the Rain…

The windows of my room have become accustomed to the rains.
Who is standing before the windows now?

It is the bright warm summer with green eyes.
But I do not believe your warmth, long-awaited summer.