Cold, snow falling, birds are refugees, the thrill that smells like rain, when I cross over the meadows. In the winter, makes his entrance, which I wear on hand and carry with him the scent of Apple. Soon, soon, runs, runs! That winter came.
28 cmI'm the fairy of flowers, I'm reborn. I am cheerful, funny; everything about me is a passion. - Since you're already here-spring!!- shout when you get here. Because the dream flower, the echo of my voice.
28 cmThere is nothing more beautiful than the sun, morning, summer, meadow, and light in the mountains. Every time you come close to me, you will see things more clearly and you will find pleasures even in stone, more rare. I-fairy lights, don't leave me forgotten.
28 cmWhen the leaves fall, the trees withered and grey and the beautiful autumn accompanies the wind. I was not in a hurry, let; step Galante. to fill it with beauty, forests, parks. Already then green, then yellow, all the color changes with my singing along to the wind quickly.