The Spring
Wilhelm Killmayer
There will come a new day down from faraway hills,
The morning awakes from the dawns,
he smiles at humankind, adorned and gay,
through which pleasure is softly seeping.
A new life wants to unveil itself to future,
with blossoms seems, sign of merry days,
to fill up the big valley,
Faraway is at spring time the lament.