I have lost all my power,
But I hope it will grow.
I've been seeing for hours
Endless weakness of snow.
I'm frustrated by enemy
Of my sunshiny spring.
Sun returns me an energy,
But it's ill now, I think.
Rigid time looks reproachfully,
Days began the countdown.
Only thing that I want to be
Is a flare of the sun.
We'll be save from it's deficit
Catching charming sunbeams.
I will be your own medicine,
You will be my disease.
And there is single area
Where I can be concealed -
It's my fantastic, aerial
And the happiest dream.
I would like to return it... So
It stayed deep in my brain.
Unforgettable episode...
When you laughed in the rain.
Laugh in the rain
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