In the woods

In the Spring the Bird is born and sings:

Haven't you heard his voice?

It is pure, simple and touching,

The voice of the Bird - in the woods!

In the Summer, the Bird seeks his Mate;

He loves - and loves only once!

How gentle, peaceful, and faithful it is,

The nest of the Bird - in the woods!

Then, when the misty season comes

He is silent... before the cold weather.

Alas! how happy must be

The death of the Bird - in the woods!