| Oh, spring, swan,
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| Win, flourish!
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| Take away the cold
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| For green forests!
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| Yes, for the mountain peaks,
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| Yes, snow for the fields!
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| Live, nature
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| And live, rise!
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| Oh, winter, zimushka, snowy sudarushka,
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| You study the clear sky, the beautiful earth.
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| Fall asleep under the cover of pale white and harsh
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| Distant lands, boundless Russia.
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| Oh, clear night, oh, red night
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| The frosty air extinguishes the stars.
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| And the drawings on the window shine indifferently to the sun
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| Gentle smiles, white sparks.
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| Pr .: In the young spring I will bestow all nature,
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| I will fly like a singing bird over the river.
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| And I will wash away the snow, I will wake up all the trees,
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| I will dress the forests, let them wake up from sleep.
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| Oh, spring, swan,
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| Win, flourish!
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| Take away the cold
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| For green forests!
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| Yes, for the mountain peaks,
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| Yes, snow for the fields!
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| Live, nature
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| And live, rise!
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| Oh, frost, student, clear, good fellow,
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| You do not lei, formidable, crystal tears.
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| Come alive under the snow with bright white flowers
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| Warm caresses, spring tales.
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| I will plait a dark blond braid into a dewy.
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| The field will bloom in snowy captivity.
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| Spilling streams of golden streams
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| Rain threads, eyelash clouds.
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| Oh, spring, swan,
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| Win, flourish!
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| Take away the cold
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| For green forests!
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| Yes, for the mountain peaks,
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| Yes, snow for the fields!
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| Live, nature
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| And live, rise! |