Spring song

Now spring is coming and the sky is blue;

the paths are dry, the air has grown mild.

Now spring is coming, the grass and the clover;

green is showing already in the valleys and in the heights.

Now spring is coming, and the birds in the wood

are twittering and courting already.

Now spring is coming, and the trees are blossoming,

and I'm bringing my darling a little bouquet.