The spring will come soon,
Only in two weeks,
At the very end of March,
And behind a window snow still falls.
Why you snow fell down me,
The fourth month you fall to the ground,
Again I am cold and disgustingly,
To suffer you opposite winter.
Leave rather, I ask you,
Leave and stop me you to torment,
Why you force all people to suffer?
The spring will come soon...
© Copyright: Константин Андреевич Квейкин, 2013
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