Текст песни Николай Принеманский - Душа поёт а сердце плачет

Bad weather and not the weather reigned in my soul
Man is used to frost
He doesn't want to get out
He'd better be cold all the time

Found a cold way from the wind
He got used to blizzards
And even thorny winter roses
They didn't want to grow in his garden

And his feelings and sensations
Eaten by evil drifts
Didn't listen to myself
And feelings with sensations flew away

Flew away like birds fly south
Nobody plays the accordion
Yes, and the light in the houses of his soul for a long time
Nobody lights up anymore

But then ... Suddenly ...
But here, as often happens
Spring
When no one usually expects
Spring
the snow is slowly melting
Spring
And the birds fly one by one
Spring
Bullfinches from their nests are evicted
Spring
And the person understands
That the souls of the glacier float away then melt
Thus, the soul is filled like a hot bath

you are my spring, you are my spring
you came to me, you came to me
how waited for you, how waited for you
Spring