Sorry (a.k.a. жаль)

When the black birds make a wreath 'round the Moon and hide the dreams soon, You will say sorry. Winter is leaving us, but that's the only we Who knows that this winter goes Leaving its worry. The thoughts are whispering some secret warning. The spring is calling. You will say, "Well, It might be better to be apart as ever And wait forever." No one can tell. Winter is leaving us. Winter is leaving us, baby. Winter is leaving us, Baby. Winter is leaving us. Winter is leaving us. Winter is leaving us, us, us. You could be close. You could be closer, And once more closer, close by my side. I also could be with you and trustful while It's hot or cool, but you say, "Why? Why? Why?" Come on. Winter is leaving us. Winter is leaving baby. Winter is is leaving us, It's leaving us, baby, one more time. Winter is leaving us. Winter is leaving us. Oh my God, it's really, it's really leaving us, Baby. All right, there's a tiny error as well. Talking about this oncoming spring with those bloody Words. It's getting very, very sticky. And the cover is missing. It's an issue. Fuck stuff. Well, I'm not messing with you. I'm just doing this. Imagine if Steve used to... That is done anyway. Let's get done with it. Okay. To fuck with it.