The morning embraces the night
the tender waves awoke whispering
and begin to dance on golden lakes
to turn around
in the dance of the summer
the ocean lifts his shining hand
and strokes carefully the sand
wakes the dream
highly in sky-blue swings
if the dance of the summer rings
turns you, you my dreams
it belongs to you now completely this dance
an the night laughs so quietly
in its beautiful way
and a dreaming star
lies in my eyes
brings me tenderly
back to the dance
...to the dance of the summer...