The freshness of spring air soothes human souls
Except there is a war where Russia fights
So our happy feelings can’t take hold
Though late,spring air does soothe our anxious souls
Mr Putin’s mind is very cold.
In nothing nature does can he delight
Soft the sunny air on stricken souls
The freshness of spring air soothes human souls
Except for a grave war old Russians fights
How my heart sings 