When the new season arrives,
When the cold is gone,
Together we will go, my lovely,
To gather lilies of the valley in the woods;
Strewing beneath our feet the pearls
We see trembling each morning,
We shall go to listen to the blackbirds
   Singing!

Spring has come, my lovely;
This is the month most blessed by lovers;
And the bird, preening its wings until they are like satin,
Recites some lines at the edge of its nest.
Oh! Come then onto the mossy bank
To speak of our beautiful loves,
And tell me in your voice so soft:
    Forever!

Far, so far away, we stray from our path,
Setting to flight the hiding rabbit
And the buck admiring in the mirror of the water
Its great lowered antlers;
Then homeward we shall go, joyous and at ease,
Entwining our fingers together like baskets;
And we shall return home carrying
    Wild strawberries!