To the cricket

Chirp, sweet little

Singer of the groves,

simply chirp in peace!

You will not disturb anyone,

let your little song be heard,

only always sing, always, always!

Little cricket! Earthly joys

soon pale and fade,

often very quickly;

so you shouldn't be shy,

you should heartily rejoice,

only always sing, always, always!

If on grass blades

Pearls of dew flash,

drink, o you singers!

and sing through the morning,

hidden beneath the moss,

only always sing, always, always!

Before the evening dew arrives,

oh, perhaps you dread

the grave-like silence!

so on the flowery-hill

bathe your wings in sunlight,

only always sing, always, always!