It sings, it sings, it sings, my soul..., by Rupert Moreton It sings, it sings, it sings, my soul, /
My soul is blooming so, /
In truth this year beyond control — /
Its cause I do not know.
The country’s...
My heart is singing, singing, singing..., by Tatiana Kocherova My heart is singing, singing, singing, /
In it there is the blossoming, /
Of course, I can not have excuse /
In these so awful years...