Let me present you the spring,
The drug for your soul to sing.
Let me embrace you very tight.
The spring will say: you’re right.

I accept your present gladly,
I am tired of winter madly.
It was so blue and boring,
All the time I was warring.

I stretch my arms widely,
I meet this spring kindly.
The lilac-tree will grow
The springs power to show.

Larisa Rzhepishevska
The 2nd of March, 2019