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.