Faith of Spring
The gentle winds have awakened,
they sizzle and sigh day and night,
they manage at all ends.
O fresh scent, o new sound!
Well, poor heart, don’t be afraid!
Now everything, everything has to turn.
The world is becoming more beautiful every day,
you don’t know what else might happen,
the blooming does not want to end.
The farthest, deepest valley is blooming:
well, poor heart, forget the torment!
Now everything, everything has to turn!
