An early morning has the scent of rain,

Dry ground is waiting for its fragrant fingers,

An ancient turbid pond is sad in vain,

Bird cherry trees will give it smell and ginger.

The park is quietly sleeping all around,

It has been cloaked in coming spring and freshness,

The spring begins to rule without the rashness,

And tries to draw away the naughty sound.

A puppy hurries up to catch its tail,

The loving couple walks along for ever,

Small birds don�t break, disturb world�s fairy tale,

Old lindens pray the sky for hope and devoir.