The wicked spring It comes so fast Maybe too early To melt the snow To brush my lips With brighter colors I look outside And people with naked smiles Appear between the lines And their eyes are tired And I don't know why And they run In diagonal fields And they jump so high Into the ocean And the picture is bright 'Cause we don't know how it ends The wicked spring It dies so fast It dies so early To wash their clothes To melt their grief To hear their sorrow And so it goes They need us to help them out To see them when they run But I cannot force them To make me cry And they run