The wicked spring
It comes so fast
Maybe too early
To melt the snow
To brush my lips
With brighter colors
I look outside
And people with naked smiles
Appear between the lines
And their eyes are tired
And I don't know why
And they run
In diagonal fields
And they jump so high
Into the ocean
And the picture is bright
'Cause we don't know how it ends
The wicked spring
It dies so fast
It dies so early
To wash their clothes
To melt their grief
To hear their sorrow
And so it goes
They need us to help them out
To see them when they run
But I cannot force them
To make me cry
And they run
