To the south

From every branch there leaps

a migratory bird,

resounding far throughout the skies

so that one hears a traveling chorus

going to the south, to the south,

to the land of everlasting flowers.

You little birds sing gaily up there,

we sing merrily out;

when spring comes,

we shall return,

return to nest and house,

from the south! But now - away!