Текст песни Сергей Каплан - Зимняя весна

Clouds close over the northern sky
Blazing snow covers my path
The prickly frost is called - March,
And this spring is driving me crazy.

As long as I'm alive at the spring feast
I'm pretty sure I won't die!

April is dripping with pinkish drops,
And the thaw is spinning romance with a blizzard
And, as if afraid of the spring sun,
April creeps into snowy mud.

As long as I'm alive at the spring feast
I'm pretty sure I won't die!

The rough north May cold
It will spin me through the swollen puddles,
But this spring flying landscape
You, like me, will not give it to anyone.

As long as I'm alive at the spring feast
I'm pretty sure I won't die!
And you take the feast with me -
We'll drink and survive in the winter spring!
As long as I'm alive at the spring feast
I'm pretty sure I won't die ...