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So strange weather,

Nature’s dancing outside,

Though grey clouds are around,

And the wind doesn’t want to subside.

And the trees are so severe,

As though lashing with a whip,

Little hares tired of jumping

Under bushes are asleep.

Poppies greet us with a bow,

And invite us to hopak,

Camomiles stand in a row

Dancing funny krakowiak.

All the nature is awaken:

It turned into circle dance,

Maybe it’s imagination,

No, the gate gives rattling sound.

The wind bounced to the heavens

To the opened doors,

Wrapped itself into clouds-feathers

And stole a horse.

The sun started to smile at us,

Coming into its force,

And the hares here woke up,

The grass rose forth.