Текст песни Светлана Тарасова - Песня о любви

Like life without spring
Spring without foliage
Foliage without a thunderstorm
A thunderstorm without lightning
So the years are boring
Without the right of love
Fly to the call or groan
Silent is yours.

Alas, you cannot predict trouble
Call me, I'll take the blow.
Let the head itself
I'll give it back
Guessing the price is not for me
Beloved.

The roads of love are not easy with us
But white moss and clover are generous to us.
The nightingales are full of happy longing
And springs are generous, returning north to us.

A land where there is so much separation
She herself will marry us suddenly
For being faithful
We are the birds of spring
They are audible to us in the winter,
Beloved (or my Beloved)