Some people sing peculiarly, A separate individual is a detriment to themselves. I thought that I should be ready for love, But it so happened that I became accustomed to an aimed shot. I became a pretty target thanks to you; Close your eyes- you will see me, like a dream; That which was, that which I sang, what did I know? I’m starting to move towards spring. I will learn not to leave tracks, Learn to measure up that which is close to me: Land- to the touch, bread and wine - to taste, Lips with lips, the sky- with your star; I no longer believe in that which is, and that which will be, Eyes on that side see clearly. It’s all behind me! I’m taking the first step, I’m starting to move towards spring. Some people drink peculiarly- But, once starting, one must drink it all down. And some people need a hero, And if I become him- it’s my fault; Forgive me for everything, that I didn’t do just so, My empty words, my harbinger of war; Lord! Save my soul- I’m starting to move towards spring
I'm heading towards spring myself...