How sweetly smells the colors in the gardens,
How beautiful everything blooms in the spring.
Return the cranes to us,
Wings hurt my fate.
This fragrance fool me,
And my heart will captivate.
And the Apple blossom in the heart beckons,
What I can't understand.
How to find your place in life?
How to have your own special color?
Something will bloom earlier in Genesis,
But it can not and after a couple of years...
