Sat and quietly cried spring,
Her days just flew by.
Already on the verge of summer, and she
Beads of love lost.
The color of the cherries before the braid is not woven
And he flew and fell on the road
And who were, thought winter,
Suddenly, snow covered feet.
Dawn fell silently into the grass,
Rosa last tears dry,
Shaking in the sky the wind blue
Begged a cloud,the sun to Wake.
The sun woke up, potapos,
Rays in the river, his face washed,
The Marinka chuckled, poured
And the earth was flooded in warm light.
And the pigeons are descended
Red beads were collected,
Scattered through the world, so we
Spring and love are forever linked.
