And in the spring the steel sky turned blue
The smell of pine needles, yew, cedar fluffed up.
After all, only in fairy tales does life go so beautifully
And without love there is no beautiful life at all.
The great city was waiting for the morning.
When the spring rain will beat the night dust.
And he searched all his life and lived for one minute
And he did not forget anything.
I never knew about happiness;
I didn’t think dreams came true;
I couldn’t really believe in love,
Until I finally met you.
The smell of pine needles, yew, cedar fluffed up.
After all, only in fairy tales does life go so beautifully
And without love there is no beautiful life at all.
Sadness, sadness and trembling eyelashes, but only the past is not a pity...
When the spring rain will beat the night dust.
And he searched all his life and lived for one minute
And he did not forget anything.