February flew by, fast-winged.
Winter is finally over!?
But the body was very tired,
oh, how my soul has cooled.
Morozov passed the tests,
Its getting warmer every day.
And the darkness gives way to light,
carries away sadness, head over heels.
And I want to go out into the air,
from cramped and gloomy shacks,
inhale the aroma of pre-spring,
that the dear south sent with the wind.
Winter is finally over!?
But the body was very tired,
oh, how my soul has cooled.
Morozov passed the tests,
Its getting warmer every day.
And the darkness gives way to light,
carries away sadness, head over heels.
And I want to go out into the air,
from cramped and gloomy shacks,
inhale the aroma of pre-spring,
that the dear south sent with the wind.