Текст песни Вера Матвеева - Безнадёжны дела у зимы

Things are hopeless for the winter in April,
hopeless things are in winter.
And feeling this, she darkened -
do not wash your face with snow anymore.
She ran away from the hills, hid in a ravine
and silently cried here -
unsalted tears with transparent moisture
flow down her old cheeks,
flow, flow ...

I would like to everyone who is not happy in April
give on the smile of spring.
But the winter is cold, not the ringing of drops
and not the cries of birds are needed.
Her streams would break through to the northern rivers
and go to the non-perishing lands
from the cheerful sun, from the bird's laughter,
and fall asleep so that no one wakes up,
so that no one wakes.
Fall asleep...