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Bad mark for a spring

An essay on the theme 'Spring' is not easy to write,
After all, the one girl gave a look to one boy`s copybook
The girl's eyes are blue, like the sky of spring,
But word totally not about this must be in the copybook!
 
There is not a line in the essay on 'Spring' yet,
And the teacher is standing at the window, adjusting his glasses
At home, he will display a bad mark on an empty page in an instant
It's a pity that a student could not cope with a simple topic ...
 
That's why the spring is the spring,
And she likes to kidding us.
In the spring, the boys are not up to sleep,
And all the girls are not up to sleep!
 
Near the school, the streams are laughing, the blue sky is reflected in them,
And spring gave to the girl her freckles
An icy day is melting outside the window, drops are jumping from the branches
The freckles of the one girl make all the boys` mood brighter!
 
That's why the spring is the spring,
And she likes to kidding us.
In the spring, the boys are not up to sleep,
And all the girls are not up to sleep!
 

It is impossible to explain

Versions: #1
This day could rush by, sink into a pool of affairs,
You entered so casually, you entered this day.
(You entered cautiously, like breathing itself,
It became very disturbing, it became very light.) x2
 
You're with me all the time, even if you're not there,
I can't explain how much I like you.
It is impossible to explain, I only know one thing:
It became very disturbing, it became very bright.
You entered cautiously, like breathing itself,
It became very anxious, it became very light.
 
This day could rush by, sink into a pool of affairs,
You entered so casually, you entered this day.
 

How we love

How we love, now we were left to remember,
We still have the wings, but we won't fly, won't fly.
No one would have fallen in love, if he had known everything beforehand,
And the empty station stayed afar without us.
 
Chorus:
The carriage is rocking, the wheels are knocking hollowly,
You want to get off so much, but there're no stops,
You and I have tickets,
You and I have tickets
From the station 'love' to the station 'separation'.
 
How we love - it seemed, there's no limit to our happiness,
May be, we have forgotten some important secret,
The clouds are hovering and the stars are looking down sadly,
And we won't come together, like these rails.
 
Chorus.
 
How we love, now we can only remember,
The oncoming carriages have flown by again,
And the happy train has faded at an early hour,
But it left, it didn't take us on the way back.
 
Chorus.