Beach day, July walks away
Without goodbye, turns its back
It keeps fleeing, on the clock's edge
Night arrives, dressed in memories
And I write in my desolation
31 stories like every year
July will come back next summer
Like spring in the middle of the year
July will come back next summer
Days pass, at a snail's pace
But thanks to July the wait is light
Like foam of waves over the sea
31 stories like every year
July will come back next summer
Like spring in the middle of the year
July will come back next summer
31 stories like every year
July will come back next summer
Like spring in the middle of the year
July will come back next summer
July will come back next summer
July will come back next summer