| Here comes spring, and after it, summer.:p>:p> We will bask in the sun again.:p>:p> Somewhere, the winter dreams we missed:p>:p> The scorching day won't let us finish.:p>:p> :p>:p> The evening, with its stuffy and languid wing,:p>:p> Will shelter us from the fiery rays.:p>:p> The moon will shine again outside the window,:p>:p> Queen of the mad nights.:p>:p> :p>:p> Some love each other to the point of pain,:p>:p> Some gaze mysteriously into the sky.:p>:p> Everyone has been given wonderful roles:p>:p> In this drama called life.:p>:p> :p>:p> With a new morning, caressing with waves,:p>:p> A mischievous breeze will awaken us,:p>:p> So that everyone can see with their own eyes:p>:p> The fiery red east.:p>:p> :p>:p> The sun rises again to meet us,:p>:p> To warm everyone, to tire them.:p>:p> And then a new, gentle evening:p>:p> Will delight those who crave it.:p>:p> :p>:p> | How long must we wait for spring?:p>:p> The cold has gripped the land,:p>:p> I don't understand this,:p>:p> We are still living in captivity.:p>:p> :p>:p> And how can I endure all this?:p>:p> I want to look at girls,:p>:p> Sing something about summer,:p>:p> And maybe get a little tan.:p>:p> :p>:p> I look at the forecast with hope,:p>:p> But there, oh God, it's still freezing.:p>:p> Oh, give us warm May storms,:p>:p> And enough of the cold's threats.:p>:p> :p>:p> The weather is still not right.:p>:p> Spring's bustle has disappeared,:p>:p> The hustle and bustle in the gardens:p>:p> Is suspended due to the cold days.:p>:p> :p>:p> Everyone is waiting for warmth and sunlight,:p>:p> But snow is falling from the sky in response.:p>:p> And the clouds with the wind send their greetings,:p>:p> There is no hope of living in warmth.:p>:p> :p>:p> I no longer have the strength to write poems,:p>:p> And to look for a beautiful rhyme.:p>:p> How can I tell you all,:p>:p> That I can no longer wait for spring?!:p>:p> :p>:p> |
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