When spring is in my soul, I run away into a fairy tale
I drink to the bottom a glass of earthly magic ...
Spring tears off the invented masks from us,
Fools and beckons with deception of witchcraft.
When spring is around, I again believe in miracles,
Free, weightless flight of my dreams,
And all the doors are open to my magic garden,
And, echoing the nightingales, my soul sings.
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| Pieces | 143 |
| Size | 715x605 |
| Complexity | simple |
| Added | чаща |
| Published | 3/2/17 |
| Players | 22 |
| Best time | 00:11:15 |
| Average time | 00:22:04 |
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