Lyrics of Весна - Алёна Высотская

Весна (original)

Где-то в марте, капали капели, шла весна, независтница.
Шла по следу, на пятки наступала зиме, весна раскрасавица.
Птицы пели, слякоть по колено;
таял снег, оставляя след.
Над рекою, радугой-дугою, игрался свет.
Припев:
А весна песни пела, получалась — бессмыслица.
Чувства отпустила, косы распустила — независтница.
Весна песни пела, получалась — бессмыслица.
Чувства отпустила, косы распустила.
А за мартом, и даже за апрелем, у весны-проказницы
Оставался вдох и выдох — зацвели сады у волшебницы.
На веснушки, бабочки-подружки, стаями звали в хоровод.
На опушке, у лесной макушки, лето ждёт, снова лето ждёт!
Припев:
А весна песни пела, получалась — бессмыслица.
Чувства отпустила, косы распустила — независтница.
А весна песни пела, получалась — бессмыслица.
Чувства отпустила, косы распустила — независтница.
Независтница!
А весна песни пела, получалась…
А весна песни пела, получалась — бессмыслица.
Чувства отпустила, косы распустила — независтница.
А весна песни пела, получалась — бессмыслица.
Чувства отпустила, косы распустила — независтница.
Независтница!

(translation)

Somewhere in March, drops were dripping, spring was coming, you were not envious.
She followed the trail, winter stepped on her heels, spring was beautiful.
The birds sang, the slush was knee-deep;
the snow melted, leaving a trail.
Over the river, a rainbow-arc, light played.
Chorus:
And the spring sang songs, it turned out - nonsense.
She let go of her feelings, let go of her braids - an envious woman.
Spring sang songs, it turned out - nonsense.
Feelings let go, braids dissolved.
And after March, and even after April, near the naughty spring
All that was left was to inhale and exhale - the gardens of the sorceress bloomed.
Freckles, girlfriend butterflies, flocks were called to a round dance.
At the edge, at the top of the forest, summer is waiting, summer is waiting again!
Chorus:
And the spring sang songs, it turned out - nonsense.
She let go of her feelings, let go of her braids - an envious woman.
And the spring sang songs, it turned out - nonsense.
She let go of her feelings, let go of her braids - an envious woman.
Envy!
And spring sang songs, it turned out ...
And the spring sang songs, it turned out - nonsense.
She let go of her feelings, let go of her braids - an envious woman.
And the spring sang songs, it turned out - nonsense.
She let go of her feelings, let go of her braids - an envious woman.
Envy!