The freshness of spring air soothes human souls
Except there is a war a Russian start
So our happy feelings can’t take hold
Though late,spring air does soothe our anxious souls
Mr Putin’s mind is very cold.
Nothing but a bomb gives him delight
Soft the sunny air on stricken souls
The freshness of such air soothes human souls
Except, forever lost, old Russians fight
How my heart sings 