Текст песни Александр Фролов - Март

Snow souffle again
Melting among the meadows
Yang and Yin meeting time.
Martha opened the envelope,
There are willows in the sky
Stir the blue.

Snowman chill
Drowned in a puddle
The sun melts lead ice;
Dirt all around and filth,
And in my soul - joy
That's it, spring, well, finally!

Without borders and visas
There is a breeze
Out of control, the course of the planets!
It only rains there
Where he wants to,
There is no barrier for the elements!

Veto
On the arrival of summer
Impossible for the life of me!
No network
Don't catch the wind
The wind is not a sparrow.

The world is beautiful? Yes!
Even though sometimes
Heart gnawing sadness, melancholy.
But fortune ray
Will come out from behind the clouds
And then we'll be lucky!

(Alexander Frolov)