Openwork shadows, azure days.
February does not allow you to leave the forest.
You walk all day long,
without a watch. And you feel in your heart -
turn towards spring.
And joy plays in the soul, of course.
And it seems that happiness is completely endless.
And, again, you feel young.
And the sadness flew away like ghostly smoke.
February does not allow you to leave the forest.
You walk all day long,
without a watch. And you feel in your heart -
turn towards spring.
And joy plays in the soul, of course.
And it seems that happiness is completely endless.
And, again, you feel young.
And the sadness flew away like ghostly smoke.