Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe. Faust (№ 389388)

Umchalis in a sea of broken ice;
Live smile shines spring;
Spring valley beauty Shine;
Gray winter is gone: in the gorges,
In high mountains it goes.
There she hides in rage fruitless
And sometimes sprinkles Blizzard cold
The fresh, delicate green of spring, -
But the sun does not want to endure white;
Everywhere the desire to be born alive,
Everyone wants to grow up in a hurry to rascvetala.