You said July is river
That's flowing very slowly
This river burns with fever
Is heart of nights so holy?
This river goes to Heaven
The Time quaff it greedy
July is almost happened
The sum of days was fifty
It seemed to us, we're sinking
But now we have ground
It's point no lie beginning
The road we have found
The Sun of East heat August
Our child of February
In front of us are laying
August road January