Текст песни Сергей Соловьев - Весенний Сезон

April rustled with the grass of last year,
It crunched slowly over the morning ice,
Starlings sang: "I am not a dream, I have come in reality."

Winter has receded, in streams of glass,
And puddles in the sun are shards of glass
Blind, reflecting the blue washed skies.

Where has the peace of mind gone?
Spring waved with an almighty hand,
And the rivers exploded, tearing off the icy crown,

The forests came to life in the young rain,
The valleys breathed gray fog,
And it rolls heat across the earth in an endless wave.

Leaves hatch, look with chicks,
Transit flocks are chattering about something
They strive to the north, they have a lot to do ...

And I'm like a funny crazy addict
I inhale my favorite April dope
And again I feel like crying, laughing and singing!

Oblivious to winter dreams
The soul dissolved in the stream of spring
The time has come, and there is no reason to sit in apartments.

Business worries, vanity, trifles,
We take out our backpacks again -
Long live the new, fun tourist season!