Текст песни Светлана Патрушева - Март

I'll knock on you in the window,
I myself do not know what I want to say.
In the room the autumn it was suddenly warm:
This is me forgotten into the glass.

The Sun of Loda will melt your heart.
The wind is fresh, warm, in the house let him!
With him to you spring in the morning I rush
And winter melts let him!

Even if the snow will notice the path,
You will find you on the wings of birds.
The songs of their careless listen to my voice,
Love sings in the spring.

You will meet Marta hand to stretch,
I will give you a dream, only you take.
Sun on the palm, wind and droplets:
Just for you, believe!

I'll knock on you in the window,
I myself do not know what I want to say.
In the room the autumn it was suddenly warm:
This is me forgotten into the glass.