Never rest.
Always running.
Metro, office
And leave again.
When Sunday comes, you have to do business,
Wash, iron , darning his misery
And it's the same,
Day after day.
Never any sun
And no love.
There is no spring throughout my life.
I don't believe in calendars.
Even though I save money,
Spring I can't 'pay it.
The month of May passes and forgets me
And so does happiness.
Maybe I'm not pretty enough
But in my life there is no spring.
But destiny played a joke on me
And the twenty-first of March,
When spring sings its birth in full voice
A handsome guy introduced me to me.
He said to me: Come.
He smiled at me
And in my corner,
Everything has bloomed.
There is spring throughout my life
And I don't care about calendars
Because now, it's crazy,
I even in January.
I no longer need savings.
My heart and I are happy.
Maybe I am not pretty, pretty
But in my life there is plenty of spring.

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