The rays in the foggy haze melt,
And the holidays will come warm.
It’s a pity, but tulips bloom,
We were unlucky this time.
They turn white again in cherry parks,
Cold rains passed.
And only apple trees are babies
They haven’t bloomed yet.
The wind walks along the avenue,
Seconds accelerate running.
Spring looks like a bride
Although the snow broke up in the fields.
I appreciate her for innocence,
For juiciness and for herbs,
For his new love
In her extremely mild disposition.
The rays in the foggy haze melt,
And the holidays will come warm.
Frosts do not scare me,
Their time before winter is over.
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