Spring waltz...

Years later I smile to know,
do I hear a waltz, it's still there sounds.
Spring waltz. I are looking for.
On the wings of music, where youth flies.
April evening, the sky turns red,
evening breath healing dew.
Spring waltz and my heart languishes,
from lips your, from happiness and beauty.
You and spring, so affectionately call hugged,
I hear every word as it was then.
Spring waltz has already been cherry fade,
love our, years young.
Lilac intoxicate dawn at dawn,
from kissing even 4000m2 as well as hot night.
Spring waltz we whirled until the morning,
call me when I'm young, call me.