When I sit at the open window,
You fly, beautiful as it is now
And shout: "Everything! Ended in the spring!"
I get up from the chair, adjusting shawl
You answer: "So awful wait!
And so, in time, though very sorry
Decrepit old woman, your Pihu's become. "
You look at me in amazement
And you will not notice any wrinkles or glasses.
And my image, as in a whirlpool of fire,
Girls see through pupils.
"I do not understand!" boldly shout you
"You have forgotten how to fly in the spring?
As promised, back, carrying flowers,
More beautiful in the world which could not be found.
And now you can not fly
With me in my wonderland?
Oh, Pihu, you swore to me does not get old!
And I came back, I did not cheat! "
I'll keep my tears and this heavy sigh
Once I was the guy
Now this was my last try
"You were wrong, Shiv, I did not lose my spring
You missed your forty five springs ... "
