The snow melted,everything like it was at the first time
The birds go up in the sky with a cry
The storm clouds disappeared,and the trees here and there
spread,and approximately sing this:
We made our way, we conquered the cold
We approved ,and unraveled forever
it will be like celebration from dawn to the next dawn
This time we'll burn the calendars
As far as the sky,as far as the light,as far as them
Everything is warmed up,everything has access to everything
one hundred melodies, one hundred hopes,one hundred ways
But after the ninety-day time period passes
The birds didn't stay,those that rule the spring
The dust is yellow as gray
the flags threw off the hopeless autumn fall of the leaves
the autumn is beginning,and the city was taken without struggle
Again bad/rainy weather,everything is like before,all are like old
The unprejudiced black and white calendar
Pisces,beasts,all are asleep and I go to sleep
everyone still believes in the next spring