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Город не спеша отходит от-то сна,
Из-за тучки светит первый лучик солнца.
Наконец то, к нам опять пришла весна,
Я встаю, проснувшись, и смотрю в оконце.
Припев:
Весна, весна, вновь со двора,
Машут мне Серега, Игорек и Пашка.
Весна, весна — любви полна,
Я девчонка взрослая — я пятиклашка.
Весна, весна, весна, весна, весна, весна, весна, весна.`
Приходи весна скорее мир согреть,
Мне твой тёплый ветер очень, очень нужен.
Я хочу с друзьями громко песни петь,
С криками носится по весенним лужам.
Припев.
Радуге, теплу щебечут воробьи,
Тянется, спешит на встречу солнцу травка.
По дорожкам разбегаются ручьи,
Телефон звонит мобильный -
Это Славка!
Припев.
The city slowly moves away from something,
The first ray of the sun shines due to the tucca.
Finally, spring came to us again,
I get up, waking up, and I look in the window.
Chorus:
Spring, spring, again from the yard,
Masut of me Serge, Igorek and Pasha.
Spring, Spring - Love is full,
I am an adult girl - I am a five-scene.
Spring, spring, spring, spring, spring, spring, spring, Spring.`
Come spring soon warm warm
I really need your warm wind.
I want to sing loudly loud songs
With screams wear on the spring puddles.
Chorus.
Rainbow, the heat is twitched by sparrows,
Stretches, hurries to meet the sun grass.
Brooks are scattered along the paths,
Phone calls mobile -
This is Slavka!
Chorus.
The first ray of the sun shines due to the tucca.
Finally, spring came to us again,
I get up, waking up, and I look in the window.
Chorus:
Spring, spring, again from the yard,
Masut of me Serge, Igorek and Pasha.
Spring, Spring - Love is full,
I am an adult girl - I am a five-scene.
Spring, spring, spring, spring, spring, spring, spring, Spring.`
Come spring soon warm warm
I really need your warm wind.
I want to sing loudly loud songs
With screams wear on the spring puddles.
Chorus.
Rainbow, the heat is twitched by sparrows,
Stretches, hurries to meet the sun grass.
Brooks are scattered along the paths,
Phone calls mobile -
This is Slavka!
Chorus.