Play the poems of swallows on the piano, and wish you a happy New Year.

Rhapsody in spring

When the gentle wind warms the cold face;

When the rain wets the dry and cold hair tips;

When the sky is covered with a gray veil;

When the field is painted green by the magic pen;

When swallows whisper in your ear;

The young man's heart is full of poetry. ...

Ah-

Spring! Passionate spring!

I'm sure-

Left you in this thriving new century.