Spring comes sometimes not a match for months ,
Do not get me you, from that and I can not sleep now,
Am moving around from corner to corner , from line to line , -e-
On the fire to burn me, but in your heart snow
And do not hear news about the spring in your heart ,
Whether it will fly up to the sounds of the kilohertz
Along with the birds singing in your window ,
Upwards killing sense -bound ice
When the weather is on the soul in the form of rain , and rain,
In anticipation of spring , I dedicate a song to her ,
My first know these secrets ,
Then the notes and beats, but as you already know everything ,
For me, this was the coldest February ,
Exchanged heat pain , heart constrained by the ice ...
Trying to find your way to the heart ,
But while it is impossible to create a miracle ,
My winter paused frozen forever
Your green eyes directly on the spot ,
And right down the heart to wither ,
So long been waiting for this , but dreams do not come true ...
With melting snow flowed murmuring brooks ,
Flocks across the sky from the south arrived cranes
So let all the bad things he will flee as meltwater
And the birds will bring us a bit of sun and good,
After all, there is no blame here , like I understand everything ,
But as the thought of you because still not released,
Hoping to change something still waiting like a fool ,
And do stupid things , but on the other side of the fence I did ,
We have to stand on a post , as a soldier ,
Where is my spring , when it comes ,
Do snowpack melts in your heart , and
Extinguished stars - hello, the sun of a new day ,
Just like yesterday, your rays do not heat ,
And these songs will never deserve a Grammy
But I did not write this for them at night ,
Just pour soul from despair crying
Apparently my blood overdose of love for you ,
This virus is my heart beat ,
I have not been in Slast be powerless over it,
But it's better this way than to become one of them ,
Those who have not known the taste of pain and love,
By hitting captivity captive , mind went missing ...
How many miles , how many winters to go ,
until that spring, before the spring , that will revive dreams
And turn them into reality today ...
Real our world ...
