Leonid Fedorov - Spring Grief drank to the dregs Tomorrow there will be war Funeral service for spring The son went to war The night is above us like tea A seagull in the sky of sadness Don't answer... Stars with a thousand stings He held it tightly in his paws Death circles over the field My son lies next to me The night above him is like a river A seagull in the sky of longing Wait until... Suddenly the music thunders Like a saber on granite Everyone opens the door And we enter Tver Not to Tver, but just to the hall Filled with Christmas tree Everyone hides the sting of anger One flies like a bee... Another moth Above the tree stem And the third by the fireplace Fourth chalk And the fifth climbs onto the candle Screams and I and I growl Screams and I growl... p.s. I'm going to do subtitles