It's snowing, but in my heart spring unfolds.
Stronger and stronger that beautiful sound of the song my father sang while we were little comes back to me.
This is how spring sounds. This is how we laugh. This is how we rejoice.
(the Romanian words 'zărzărică' or 'zărzărea' refer to a type of apricot, a small one)
P.S. A lot of songs include verses about a guy named Ionel who seems to appear and ruin things.
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