I Am Motley With Rain I Am Spreading On Puddles
I am motley with rain I am spreading on puddles,
It's so good to feel caress of shy kiss of spring,
Ice of sorrow has left in cold winter, it muddles
All my nightmares and I will forget them in fling.
There is dirt on the street, but I have no offences,
There's no blame in my speech, there are no cruel words,
I remembered the tale about apple, it's senseless
And discord was so funny among mighty lords.
I do not have to choose who is prettier than others
I have found someone who is so sweet for my heart,
She is waking up spring with her kiss; and the glasses
have some wine for this part for this glamorous part.
And I fall with the rain in these puddles, it's funny,
I am caprice of weather, the puddles disturbed,
I would like to be sunny for her I'll be sunny
I am Orion - singer I'm master of word.
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