The scent of mint is in the lungs of August,

the scent of sunny spicy wines...

The sunsets' kiss that on the shoulders

so that you feel it in your blood, sunshine...

And You feel every exhalation,

the prints of stubborn lips...

But in the sincere suns

I only quench my thirst in you...

No myth!

The soft light scatters roots grow stronger

Soon in the fall...

August loves the sincerest laughter,

and the magic ball...

But it is leaving very slowly anyway,

sending the rains to come and stay...

From the hot moments tenderness blooms like a fire in the chest,

Do not get drunk from August fragrant flavour,

But just to taste!..

The scent of the sea is in the lungs of August, the scent of hopes that out of the sudden have just come true...

There's a backpack of stories behind the shoulders

the golden border is ahead to meet with you...

Each deed is priceless

But one day... even our August goes away

But you will stay