The birds are coming back
It's spring they say
Trees are blooming
Grass is growing
The mornings are brighter
The nights are warmer
But we are far apart
Continents and Oceans
Between us
And pain in our hearts
It's spring they say
Well!
They are wrong
It will be spring when we can hug
Again
No matter even if between piles of snow
It will be spring when we can kiss again...