What are you listening to right now?

Pilot - Spring Girl Across the sea stones, a girl runs quickly, She grabs the Sun in her teeth and runs back home. Because in her home, no one is there to close the window, In her home, there is no place for cold winds. In her room, it's always funny from the smiles, Funny pictures smile at her from the walls. A carousel will say, "Good morning!" to her. Heavy tanks say, "Hello!" to her. In a heavy truck, wearing down the tires, She flies into her tomorrow on the road, Resting on the roadside like a white bird of Spring. Maybe tomorrow she will knock on my door, Outside the window, children are tumbling in the mud, I sit at the table, and I don't care about anything! I have my own funny pictures here! In the picture, there is the Sun, and below it stands a house. It is green and yellow, and I live in it. I have my own summer and my own autumn, And the Spring girl comes to visit. In a heavy truck, wearing down the tires, She flies into her tomorrow on the road, Resting on the roadside like a white bird of Spring. I will stand in the yard under the pouring rain, Smiling foolishly and a little funny, And the Spring girl will run on further, Carrying the annoying puddles in her hands. And with my last money, I will buy a pencil, I will give it to you, and whenever you want, Draw yourself, come in, wipe your feet. Tell me: have you seen a funny girl anywhere? In a heavy truck, wearing down the tires, She flies into her tomorrow on the road, Resting on the roadside like a white bird of Spring.