Part I. Spring.
Little birds are flying and singing in the yard
First green leaves and flowers tell us that the spring takes start
Heart's becoming happy with this warm and tender wind
Sun is shining-playing. This is March and this is spring.
You said to me that cold's still here. It isn't spring.
The sun won't shine behind dark clouds, it can not blink.
There aren't singing birds around, there're only crows
They are predicting us the worst "caw, caw, caw!"
Me and You. Spring
© Copyright: Юлия, 2011
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