The river fell asleep, sleeping under the snow,
deign to rest tight.
Do not wake her with a light,
nor the darkness scare.
In the spring it will be awakened by a stream
streams of playful, melt water.
Will look with a blue sharp eye,
with a murmur a song will sing.
A white fleet will rush through it,
crushing everything, ice drift.
Along the banks, with a rook arrival,
suddenly, gently the willow will bloom.
deign to rest tight.
Do not wake her with a light,
nor the darkness scare.
In the spring it will be awakened by a stream
streams of playful, melt water.
Will look with a blue sharp eye,
with a murmur a song will sing.
A white fleet will rush through it,
crushing everything, ice drift.
Along the banks, with a rook arrival,
suddenly, gently the willow will bloom.






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