Sweltering sun, shining pastures
Grazing cows, lively village
And there are the girls,
making the most of their beauty,
which they take for granted

Chatting up all the boys and thinking
that life would always be this easy,
that seasons don't exist
and years don't go by

The burning sun has spoilt them now,
and after the summer has died down,
they will look in the mirror

Disregard for the future
in the heat of the short season
has made them all fruitless spinsters,
barren in this everlasting wintertime

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