Текст песни люблю. - Весенний день, восьмое

Spring will give joy
To you, the most fabulous, beloved.
The sun's rays are already everywhere

and the cold of winter will release.
And we like you everyone,
we love you anyway.

Those who gave us warmth
they don't expect the same in return,
just a little, really.

All the street lights are shining
for you who give a dream,
for you so beautiful.

May every day, like a holiday,
will not be in vain.
And let the most beloved always be there.
And if we love power, then you are us
not subject to.
But we will never be indebted to you.

Priceless sparks for us in your eyes,
trying to turn them into fire over and over again.
You are the most important holiday: yesterday, today, tomorrow;
and not once a year, on the eighth spring day.