Унесла у Хитрого Глаза.
http://www.liveinternet.ru/users/kot_baun/post53815777/
И как-то мне вспомнилось, а ведь зима - это очень мое время.


Hang on to your hopes
my friend
That's an easy thing to say
but if your hopes should pass away
Simply pretend that you can build them again.

Look around
the grass is high
the fields are ripe
It's the springtime of my life.

Seasons change with the scenery
weaving time in a tapestry

Won't you stop and remember me?