CWT. Summer SKA (№ 37497)

The sun pulls his arms towards me.
I Wake up under cheerful sounds.
I Wake up to the sweet sounds of SKA!
Room hot, I am thirsty.
In the fridge beer, pour a mug
And again somewhere to go longing.
And then you know
What winter dreamt about it
The sounds of a saxophone spilled home
In the window knocked the summer.