Текст песни И.К. - Весна

and when the ice melts we will leave with you together
Spring is on its knees and silently pleads
come back again
and no one will regret
her love, her care
no one will be friends with her
she will die
she will die
the lilies of the valley will wither in the garden, the leaves on the trees will explode
and a thin stream of sticky juice will lift the morning out of bed
will wash the beginning of summer with clear dew