Oh, tell me, tell me, when the spring will come
And whole the world would hear nocturnal singers?
But you kept silence and the dew has swum
With washing rainy droplets like the fingers.
Oh, tell me, tell me, when the spring will come?
Perhaps I'll kiss your eyes in endless torrent
And feel the sweetie dew on greenish earth.
Oh, tell me, tell me, will it be tomorrow
Or never ever due the nature's mess?
I'll pierce the ice for fun to drink in moisture,
Enjoy the dew of frozen wintry scum.
But I've been frozen like that icy water.
Oh, tell me, tell me, when the spring will come?..
When The Spring Will Come?..
© Copyright: Юрий Розвадовский, 2008
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