Open your blue eyes

He

Open your blue eyes, my darling:

The day has come!

Already the warbling bird sings

A song of love.

The dawn brings forth the rose:

Come with me

To pick the blossoming daisy.

Awake! Awake!

Open your blue eyes, my darling:

The day has come!

She

What good is it to contemplate the earth

And its beauty?

Love is more a sweet mystery

Than a summer day;

It is in myself that the bird is singing

His triumphant song,

And the great, burning sun

Is in my heart!