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.