All the madness of the sweet days is lamented in the nights of the fierce summer. There is weeping for the pangs of love that does not arrive. There is suffering for flesh that is seen like the music of the poor...

And there arrives the dark-hued
and hushed night.

Hot, hot summer nights.

The flesh decked in faith  and
splendour.

Hot, hot summer nights.

Pleasure with its whimsical
Distraction, distraction,

Hot, hot summer nights.

Hot, hot elixir of shadow's
true lover of the star's,
nips at the heel of day.

Summer hot...