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	30.09.2012, 14:32
Wing-swing   With young April, outbreaking Snow leaves the old park, And the jolly swing, awaken Starts its flying in an arc. Nothing now is in mind Heart is still and still is head. Only heaven – blue an’ kind - , Wind an’ joyfulness ahead. Only heaven, – blue an’ kind - , Wind an’ joyfulness ahead.   Above fir trees ascending, Through all the way – green light, The wing-swing never ending Is swaying in its flight. The wing-swing never ending Is swaying in its flight.   Childhood cannot long endure, Everything should have its end. Kids will grow up in due hour, Everyone will leave his friend. But today the kids, as we are, We have lots of time for fun. Only heaven – blue an’ clear –,  Wind an’ joyfulness in front. Only heaven, – blue an’ clear - , Wind an’ joyfulness in front.   Above fir trees ascending, Through all the way – green light, The wing-swing never ending Is swaying in its flight. The wing-swing never ending Is swaying in its flight.   Now the Earth is speeding rounds, ‘Cause of merry spring ado. And the birds sing all around, Following them we also do. Nothing now is in mind, Heart is still and still is head. Only heaven – blue an’ kind - ,  Wind an’ joyfulness ahead. Only heaven, – blue an’ kind - , Wind an’ joyfulness ahead.   Above fir trees ascending, Through all the way – green light, The wing-swing never ending Is swaying in its flight. The wing-swing never ending Is swaying in its flight.
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