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I do not believe in myth, no, I do not believe.

But, in reality, I met with you.

From my fairy tale you may be inspired.

I feel a breeze in the spring…

Even in the fields the grass was not green,

Another sprout did not come to life on the crowns.

And I saw everything in the green of the oak,

And I heard your singing voice.

I hear voice the spring,

I recognized him in the rustle of foliage.

From my fairy tale he may be inspired,

That light breeze from Spring.