It's needless to say
That this is your day
Feel the joy's touch
On the eighth of march
Feel the sun's light
Bad feelings should hide
Look at the sky
And watch swallow fly
The flowers do bloom
No place for a gloom
Just open your eyes
Ain't the life nice?
The flavour of pine
You go and shine
If it was always such...
The eigth of march
The Eighth of March
© Copyright: Александр Коробочкин, 2009
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