Summer in your hair

You dyed your hair by light,

It was near the window quiet,

And the past summer's small piece

Dispersed the autumnal mist.

This day has been really fine,

There was the glare of the sunshine!

Maybe we will paint the world?

Where is the paint? That was your word.

Sunny ray will save from cataclysm,

When it goes through the window's prism

And turn into rainbow arc,

But sunlight will dispel the dark.

You dyed your hair by light,

It was near the window quiet,

And the past summer's small piece

Dispersed the autumnal mist.