In the spring there was a calendar,
Outside the window snow is still falling,
Ironically sometimes as an insult.
Beautiful spring season happens
However, it is not always caring about us,
Not always tender and handsome.
No matter when, it’s important that soon;
We will see her zakwitającym spring flower
And just after welcoming the summer.
Each season is full of joy,
But spring is often the mainstay of love