Elegy

O sweet springtimes of old verdant seasons

You have fled forever

I no longer see the blue sky

I no longer hear the bird's joyful singing

And, taking my happiness with you

You have gone on your way my love!

In vain Spring returns

Yes, never to return

The bright sun has gone with you

The days of happiness have fled

How gloomy and cold is my heart

All is withered

Forever