Текст песни Ольга Арефьева - Весенние Дни

The fun will come to me,
My plants will ascend,
Will find me a save,
My Spring Days will come ...

When the prints are torn,
They will utter spells,
When the crucifixion begins,
Then the Spring Days will die ...

I burn myself in vain,
I reap the crops of passion,
I press oil from the grains,
I'm waiting for my Spring Days ...

The sand in my pockets,
The grass in my glasses,
In the land, drunk with water,
I'm looking for my Spring Days ....