Spring

Spring,

Winged Spring,

A laughing butterfly,

Flashes away,

Rosy-cheeked Spring,

Angel of a moment.

The little shadow of my lover perfumed.

Maiden Spring,

Now fades

The shadow,

The golden shadow,

With all the charm.

Spring,

Naughty sweet Spring:

A proud coquette,

Born to laugh but not to live.

Spring,

Flying Spring,

A beautiful runaway,

Leaves me in tears,

But my soul follows after,

Till I catch her

Next March.

Spring,

Spring!