The warm winds in the tree

The flowers fresh bloom

Everybody out of their rooms

But everything good will one day leave

The temporary pools being warmed by the temporary heat

Some people complaining about this and that

The birds chirping at a sweet B flat

Melted in the heat has all the concrete

Beads of sweat running down foreheads

The suns sweet rays delighting us with its presence

People drinking glasses clanking

Houses like an oven no one in bed

A little bit of the familiar drunken violence

At night people are banging