The warmth Spring, soft touch my face
With bloom the flowers everywhere
The sunshine sparkles the sky
Watch the beautiful morning
Feel the trees of spring, so fresh

The morning Spring fills with joy
I dream of touching the moon,
Staying the sunshine.
Where, I will call his soul
And the sweet moment spent with him.

The warmth breeze, whispered to my ears
With the happiness of sharing life together
Listen to the scene of the springtime
Where, I'll dream of the perfect love
Till I give my life to him.

Natasa Tocuc

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