Текст песни Григорий Чхеидзе - Весна 2013

Spring, spring! How the air is clean!
How clear the sky!
His Lazuria is alive
He blinds my eyes.
Spring, spring! How high
On the wings of the breeze,
Purchase to the sunshine,
Clouds fly!
Fucking streams! Shine streams!
River, river carries
On a triumphant ridge
Ice raised!
More Tree is naked,
But in the grove of the Old Leaf,
As before under my foot
And Shumen, and soul.
Under the sun so
And in bright embroidery
Invisible zhuvron sings
Cool anthem spring.
What about her? What about my soul?
With a stream she streams
And with a bird's bird!
With him murmur
Flies in the sky with her!