Briskly outdoors,
A-wandering, a-wandering!
The sun gazes down upon the world so radiantly,
The birdlets sing in the leafy canopy;
The leas are green and colourful the meadow,
The cloudlets are white in the blue of heaven,
And every field wears a garb of blossoms!
And the winds, the winds,
How cheerfully, quickly
They flutter along from the mountains,
As if they had to travel across the sea today yet!
Briskly outdoors,
A-wandering, a-wandering!

Briskly outdoors,
A-wandering, a-wandering!
Sparkling and shimmering the land of the rivers,
The old snow glowing at the blue border!
The newly sprouted fields wave in the morning dew!
The larks singing resoundingly in the most delicate blue!
And the trees, the trees,
Full of blossoming dreams!
Onward, onward, upward, upward,
And rejoice and sing with the choir of birdlets:
Briskly outdoors,
A-wandering, a-wandering!