Текст песни Otto Dix - Мечта о Весне

Frosty brown leaves Stubbornly cling to frozen branches. Winter with a silver hard brush Put marks on the glasses. A dead tree shadow on the wall Dreams of a warm spring. Spring will not come soon. Here, afraid of remission of snow, In the cranes crucified sullen city, Timidly wanting to escape. But every stone in the cold wall Dreams of a warm spring. Concrete and metal grasp tenaciously the One who is trying to break down the barriers. And they hold captive the firmament firmly, Cursing and promising rewards. A bird frozen shadow on the wall Dreams of a warm spring.