Spring lets its blue ribbon
again flapping through the skies;
sweet, well-known scents
The country guards the land.
Violets are already dreaming,
want to come balde.
Listen, from afar a soft harp sound!
Spring, yes it's you!
I heard you!
Spring lets its blue ribbon
again flapping through the skies;
sweet, well-known scents
The country guards the land.
Violets are already dreaming,
want to come balde.
Listen, from afar a soft harp sound!
Spring, yes it's you!
I heard you!