Текст песни Вячеслав Литвяков - Весна

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Napping in the door, March
Expect to the threshold.
Sripping the staff on the road
Winter is going.
I spring is madly happy
And let's wet legs
Like a Bear Bear
Climb to the sun at random
chorus
Snow melts, light mocking ice
Tosca will pass
Heaven, heaven give hope
March goes
Running, accelerate time running,
Spring world will bloom
We are a smile of a new life waiting
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The sun is affectionate beam
Strokes the cheek unshaven
I am my soul open
His heat on it
Let icicles from winter roofs
Raised to the ground slide
And drifts settle
Cleaning the track from skis