Текст песни Полина - Апрель

I remember our first April

That Sunday after Easter

And the smell of wild horses

He was the beginning of our tale

As beautiful as spring

And as fresh as leaves

The first flowers that forever

Paint the world with a magic brush

We wanted to frolic that day

Together to dance and sing

To the song of a spring bird

Fly away from happiness to the sky

And here are the flights on the plane

Going down the mountain in a zorb,

I get it, you don't mind?

I will devote myself to you!