Come, child! The earth awakens,
The sun smiles on th green grass!
The flower’s partly opened chalice
Receives the kisses of the honeybee.
Let us breathe this pure air!
Let us become drunk on the blue sky!
Up over there, at top of the hill,
Come  with me and pick hawthorn!
Flurries of apple blossoms
Perfume the paths.

Come, child! Here’s the swallow,
who passes, singing through the air;
Open your soul to the fresh concerts
Blooming beneath the new leaves.
A joyful wind from over yonder
Flutters through the lilacs;
It’s the blessed season,
It’s love, it’s life!
May a river of happiness
Flood our hearts.

Come, child! It’s the charmed hour
When one would like to dream two by two1.
Let’s mingle our dreams and our wishes
Beneath this newly born verdure;
Hail, kingdom of flowers,
Of perfumes, of colors!
Sweet breaths of air
Waft over the plains;
The joyful heart
looses itself in infinity!