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March has passed, all curled,

Keeping us in its chill,

Now behold the zenith, unfurled,

Go away, go away… I want to yell!

Buds cling tightly to the branches,

Only unfolding in the sun,

Ice flowers on the windows,

March, what a winter’s run!

It’s time for you to go,

Another month will take your place,

Songs from the cuckoo’s nest,

Already echo through the woods!

We’ve been cold, we’ve shivered,

Worse than in the great winter,

The flowers have frozen,

Waiting for a bit of sun.

Your time has come to leave,

To exit from the calendar,

What can I say, I’m not sorry!

But I’ll await you next year, once more!

Just be a bit better,

Give strength to the flowers,

So they won’t freeze, thunder,

Without a bit of comfort!

Bring along some sunshine,

For the flowers and us,

On our vast earth,

Let new buds arise!

Everything is delayed,

But April will fix it,

Don’t say it’s impossible,

The whole country will bloom!

I wait for it to blossom,

And my silent soul,

Which awaits to be received,

From it, a new beginning!