In this cruel snowy game,
Dreams become weak and frail.
Look, I carry my flame
Through the middle of a gale.
I just hope for the ray,
Delicate lucent string.
Come from your far away,
My salvation, my spring.
Show me gardens in green,
Let me feel your sweet touch,
Beauty I’ve never seen,
Signs I’ve waited so much.
Melt away all the snow
On the ground, in my heart.
With your tender wind’s blow,
Make the flowery art.
Show me patterns of clouds
Drawn on high by your hand.
Call my name out loud,
Let me enter your land.
Will your eyes shining blue
Make the streams gently sing?
I am waiting for you,
My salvation, my spring.
Spring
© Copyright: Павел Самарин, 2021
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