The waves flash and flow in
August Enna
The waves flash and flow in;
Love is so lovely in Spring!
By the river the shepherdess sits
And weaves delicate crowns of wreaths.
The budding, the streaming, the wafting, and blossoming -
Love is so lovely in spring!
The shepherdess sighs with a full heart:
"To whom shall I give my wreaths?"
A horseman rides along the river:
he greets her with radiant cheer,
the shepherdess gazes at him shyly,
and far in the distance the feather flutters in his cap.
She weeps and throws into the gliding river
those lovely wreaths of flowers.
The nightingale sings of love and kisses;
Love is so lovely in the spring!