Summer is hot, 
Winter is better
There are still ships
 and cormorants
As long as you still have food on the table,
Don't you worry
The world is still out there
At 17.

Everything glitters
And there's not enough time
There are no impediments
There're no enemies.
Look for a blackbird out there in a tree
And there's nobody who doesn't want
To be 17.

Look out the window
There's cream on the rooftops.
The city awaits with ice in the chestnuts.
I'm not writing letters, away as I'm always
Yet you should love me because from now on
You're 17.

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