Grey colds have gone,
The Spring which’s always true
Now she has come
And makes me write these verse to you.
I often see you in my dreams
Your smile, your tender eyes…
You look like bird who gaily sings,
The swallow so pretty, so nice.
But so far you are,
I want to feel your hand in mine,
I wish you were my little star,
Please, let our love to shine.
You can become my sunny ray
For you it’s quite not hard
To light a lot of orange days
So put Spring heaven in your heart.
Realize you’ll never get such choice,
If you refuse you’ll never hear
My whispering trembling voice
Verses of love in your ear.