At last! At last

At last! At last! The cold winter is ending,

the night becomes shorter, the day begins to lengthen.

That delightful time approaches,

all the world is joyful,

the birds sing brightly.

The forest's dress becomes green again.

The girls call cheerfully across the fresh green fields:

friends, come see this lovely welcome sight,

the sweetheart waits for her,

oh, the meadow sparkles with morning-dew,

let us gather red and blue flowers and make a wreath.

The mother scolds the dancers and companions:

"Stay in the house, you should save your dress."

"Oh, let me go, my good mother!

Haven't I stretched even the little white one?"

Then she flings skirts and blouses, with laughter from the cabinet.

In the linden-shade, the youthful group dances,

the proud maiden leaps merrily forth.

Resounding with laughter, noise and songs,

the sweethearts toss the ball,

resounding with noise and songs.

Across distant blossoming valleys the joyful sounds brightly ring.