You birds, so every year

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

You birds, so every year

you leave/change your climates

as soon as the sad winter

strips our groves.

It isn't solely

for a change of foliage

or to avoid our foggy winter weather.

But your destiny

simply doesn't allow you to enjoy love

beyond the season of flowers.

For when she (springtime) is gone,

you look for another place

to make an end of love every year.