Весны не будет никогда pt. 2

Первая часть в основных стихах.
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The spring is not going to come
To our cellar, where gin, rum,
Tequila, liquids of that grade-
And even wine of finest grape.

The spring is not going to come
To our place- don't mind the date.
It's where I differ from my Mom-
I'm vile ideal, an isolate.

The spring is not going to come
Into my heart, it's pretty locked.
Though no one tried to make a run,
It's so reflective and much shoked.

The spring is not going to come,
Though flowers are alive today,
The spring is not going to come...
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