People wonder, why I am awake
Up with the larks swimming in the lake
I say to them I got aged
With much sorrow gained
Now is the time to germinate
And to put in the basket of all attained
Regrets, do not wish to cause
Wish to lead bliss as a source
Hugely wonder if ever
Be spotted like the Queen Esther
Indeed she is fertile
Once she is ploughed worthwhile
Let me again make clear
She is not the woman of a short-lived affair
But no harm either to walk in the air
All failed to think otherwise
Except one, he was wise
First kissed her hand as Lord Byron describes
Hey March, the month of hope
Each and everyone asks you in the world
Hurry up, by new-borns in Mariupol
Your glad tidings are sought
History rewritten, clerks should record
You, the splendid, behold!
