spring [Theme] Page 53

Who the hell tell me, did this spring?
I just need to relax, just to be alone...

It was April and the best time of the year. The best time of my life. The beginning of everything.

Ahead a little easier, less thoughts,
Spring will give us incentives to live.

- What do you think, what happens to snow when it melts?
- Of course in the water.
- Wrong! He turns into spring.

If the fall of the roof to spread the condensed milk, then spring will be delicious icicles...

- What do you do?
- Cut up old bed sheets, sew the head to the carnival.
- Why is that?
- Tomorrow will burn and laugh.
The police already know?

Understand what have a good autumn. So unobtrusive its good... Calm, so to speak...
Here for example the summer. Well, what summer? Soooo excited garknet a drunken man: "Beer! Yes poholodeli! Aaaahhh, horoshoooo!"
And winter? This ruined the walking kupchinoj, flushed with frost: "Vodka! Bask will!".
About spring so vaasche. All of it bustling this spring: "And in the eighth number of champagne!"
And autumn suit quietly, on tiptoe, put a hand sheet on the shoulder and whisper softly commercials "For brandy?"

Springtime... love is in the air.
Flowers growing everywhere.
Take off shoes and feel the grass,
Lay back there let the hours pass...
Spring... love is in the air.
Flowers are blooming all over the world.
Take off your shoes and feel the grass,
Lie down, let the time goes...

Try to become the most important reason to live in someone else's spring...

Removing from the land the snow, restorative sleeping river, spring freed people from the warm clothing, were scattered under the feet of green carpet, hung everywhere green Drapes and curtains, reduced prices on fresh flowers and dead smiles, with words, and disposed so well, so cleverly and so carefully that they do not appreciate all this impossible.

In white, lots of shades. Happiness like spring, every time changing its appearance.

My Creator! Thank you for the spring!
I thought she will not come back
But... let escape into the forest silence
From the nature of cholera and the capital!
The spring wind outside the door...
As someone used to love the hell?

We probably need to get used - spring is black...

We will meet again, you hear me?..
I'm sorry...
Where I'm going,
Spring...
I know you can find me...
Don't be alone...