Ootan inkkarikesää Indy Angel

I M WAITING FOR AN INGAR SUMMER I m still waiting for Inca summer, with whom I would like to live, I would like to rest on the beach with you. Cloudiness covers the blue sky, still I wouldn t want to throw dreams away, although I don t see any green grass. I have experienced an Eskimo winter, the one who rolled under the sun, that s why we re still sad. Once in a dream I saw how winter, vanished overnight like a prisoner, if only left in a breached prison.