Spring

July 2009 | | Send to a friend

Spring my, my white spring
more nezhivyana, nepraznuvana,
only in transparent dreams dreamed,
how minute low on poplars
but stop here your flight.

Spring my, my white spring -
I know you'll come with rain and storms
turbulent scary ognenometezhna
vazvarnesh hope to thousands
and wash the bloody wounds.

How do birds sing in the corn!
Happy will sail in space ...
You will enjoy his work people
and love as brothers.

Spring my, my white spring ...
Let's see your first flight
given life to the dead squares
let me see yours sun
and - ur barricades to die!