Текст песни Картофельные Помидоры - Весна

Stones in the river rustle on the eve of spring
They ripen under especially thick ice
Guessed by a monogram keen eyes
A thunderstorm pretended to be a thin branch in the sky

Forest hoops soared right up to heaven
And the green fog hid my eyes
Alfalfa is ripening in a yellow field
Spring has come - it has become warm, probably

White geese dived into the water
A beaver is already sitting on the shore, doing nothing
Garden pests crawl out of holes
Loudspeakers sing all night