Текст песни 898.Александр Медведенко - Колыбельная для весны

Strange times have come, to which we have lived -
Spring is born in February, resembling me.
The breeze for little Spring is humming softly
and Spring in the crib against the wall blinks its eyes.

Chorus: Freezes ...
a thin arrow freezes.
Falling asleep ...
the little girl falls asleep.

The rain ran along the pavements, along the open umbrellas,
on the shiny bald patches of cars and on the windowsills.
The music of the rain is barely audible, the song is simple,
and Spring in the crib by the window closes his eyes.

Chorus.

A glorious world is obtained in the center of a complex world:
we called the wind "breeze"; rain was recognized as "rain."
In this world, sadness and gray hair, right, are inappropriate,
if a girl falls asleep by the window to the songs.

Chorus.