The voice of my spring

So slowly pass the last winter days

And each of this days so much to me says:

In weakening Frost just calling the horn!

All feelings, were sleepeing – will now return!

And now the sky on its magical wing

Will finally bring the voice of my spring!

 

So plenty of time was waiting in cold,

I saw it in dream - much greater as world!

Was hurting my body, was breaking my heart,

And only last step – the road to start!...

Just now the sky on its magical wing

Will finally bring the breath of my spring!

 

The magic of spring - eternally strength!

The clouds and wind - a beautiful dance!

Some moments to wait, and hours – to fly,

Enjoying this flash - non-stop in the sky!

And only the sky with its magical wing

Forewer will bring the heart of my spring!..

 

декабрь 2000