Николай Принеманский - Душа поёт а сердце плачет
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Bad and not the weather reigned in the shower
A person is used to frost
He does not want to get out of outside
It is better for him to freeze all the time

I found a cold way from the wind
He was used to snowstorms
And even thorny winter roses
They did not want to grow in his garden

And the feelings and feelings of it
They ate evil snowdrifts
I did not listen to myself
And feelings with feelings flew away

Flew away like birds fly away to the south
No one plays on harmonies
And light in the houses of his soul has long
Nobody is already lighting

But here ... Suddenly ...
But here it often happens
spring
When usually no one expects
spring
Snow is slowly melting
spring
And I fly one at a time
spring
Bullfinches from their nests are evicted
spring
And the person understands
That the mental glaciers are sailing then
Thus, the soul is filled with a hot bath

You are my spring, you are my spring
You came to me, you came to me
How I was waiting for you, how I was waiting for you
Spring