Only once in a year the spring comes,
Only once all gardens blossom
And all around looks awesome.

That was in the blooming spring,
In the delightful evening,
When my love was singing.

His words were just priceless,
I believed him with lightness,
I thought it was my happiness.

Only once we meet our spring,
Only once our love bells ding,
A sweet breeze in the air sing.

The stars fell softly on the ground
I thought my love I had found
The wedding would come around.

I didn’t hide my happy eyes,
I didn’t hear my mother’s cries,
I didn’t believe in any lies.

Only once you wait for that spring,
Only once you hear a nightingale sings,
Only once true love happiness brings.

But …, it happens sometimes,
He’s met another one
And she was a charm.

She was beautiful and brave.
Comparing with her I was a slave,
Ready to live even in a cave.

Her love was an early maturing,
As it often happens in spring,
When all around blooms and sing.

There was nothing here to do,
Her love was also true
And I was certainly blue.

She bravely crossed my way.
I have nothing more to say.
My love will come another day.

I am sure another spring will come.
It will be the only one and awesome.
And all around will again blossom.

Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 8th of April, 2014