My tomcat's looking at my calendar 
and all of a sudden he starts meowing "Golly!"
His tail just stands straight up, and all his fur; 
he jumps upstairs and wails out bacchanally:
  "The mating season's here you know!  
  Hey girls, hey cats, come on, let's go!"

And then my cactus, what a wonder this! – 
though tea and coffee stain its prickly torso, 
it's risen from the dead, like Lazarus, 
and ev'ry day is growing ever more so. 
  The forest's sounds have me in thrall. 
  How many mem'ries they recall!

The workmen hack the dirt to pieces since
It still is frozen, though it's falling from the molding, 
And now my neighbor struts in like a prince. 
He takes the skis and all the winter clothing. 
  "It's spring," he sings with voice so clear, 
  "Let's get this garbage out of here!"

The spring has scared off all the smoke and all the soot. 
Now ev'rything seems right – the dear old sun is shining. 
The frost no longer bites you head to foot, 
though there are people still who don't have much for dining...
  The trees await... the water rots. 
  The world is full of drunken sots. 

I thank you god for letting spring come back!
But let me go seek the forest's quiet
Away from all the noise and yack-yack-yack, 
the capital, and cholera and riot!
  The wind of spring now gently blows...
  Whom shall I love?  The devil knows!