April silver

April. In this word I hear: a flute.
Lel, with soul, plays the flute.
From the roof it drips, loudly, a drop.
Its a pity, only Snegurochka suffers.

How sad to leave life forever,
when the red sun warms.
But in Siberia, harsh, everyone is cold!
The snow will not have time to melt here.

Even in summer, in June, in shady places
you can accidentally meet it.
Here, Snegurochka, for sure, will be safe,
she will not notice the change of the year.