Green bushes and flowers,
Green gardens, grass and trees,
Awakened bears, happy children.
It’s warmer and warmer outside.
And left the frost-fiend.
Flew Blizzard in the far taiga.
A little sad only the hare.
In the summer it is gray and in the winter it’s white!
And the snow is white too.
The wolf of the hare in winter, is not sensed,
And summer times two and chased.
And in the clutches of the wolf caught the hare.
Green gardens, grass and trees,
Awakened bears, happy children.
It’s warmer and warmer outside.
And left the frost-fiend.
Flew Blizzard in the far taiga.
A little sad only the hare.
In the summer it is gray and in the winter it’s white!
And the snow is white too.
The wolf of the hare in winter, is not sensed,
And summer times two and chased.
And in the clutches of the wolf caught the hare.
03.03.2019
mne 11
