Текст песни Лидия Чебоксарова - Март-Апрель

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There was a misty moon
And there were gentle birches ...
Oh March-April, what tears!
What names in a dream!

The fog of spring, the fog of passions
Reason secret threats ...
Oh March-April, what tears -
Asleep, as if in children! ..

Like a crust, crispy trace
Chewing dawn frosts ...
Oh March-April, what tears -
There is no reason and name!

Far beyond blue
The locomotives hum in the fog ...
Oh March-April, what tears!
What are you crying for? What happened to you?