Lyrics Николай Принеманский - Душа поёт а сердце плачет

Happiness and not the weather reigned in the shower
The man is used to frost
He does not want to climb out of
It's best to be cold all the time

A cold way from the wind
He got used to blizzards
And even prickly winter roses
Rusty in his garden did not want

And the feelings and sensations of his
Ate drunk snowdrifts
I did not listen to myself
And feelings with sensations flew away

Flew like birds to the south fly away
At the harmonies no one plays
And the light in the houses of his soul for a long time
No one is already on fire

But then ... Suddenly ...
But here, as it often happens
Spring
When usually no one expects
Spring
the snow is slowly melting away
Spring
And birds on one arrive
Spring
Bullfinch from their nests are evicted
Spring
And the person understands
That the spiritual glaciers that swim away then melt
Thus the soul is filled as a hot bath

you are my spring, you are my spring
you came to me, you came to me
how I waited for you, how I waited for you
Spring