Spring

Édouard Bron

You are here, you laughing Spring!

Bunches of lilacs are blossoming.

Lovers who cherish you

Free their flowing hair.

Beneath the rays of sparkling gold

The ancient ivy withers.

You are here, you laughing Spring!

Bunches of lilacs are blossoming.

Let us lie beside ponds

So that our bitter wounds may heal!

A thousand fabulous hopes nourish

Our stirred and fluttering hearts.

You are here, you laughing Spring!