Murmur, murmur, merry brook,
Awaken the flowers on your banks with kisses!
   Oh, how grateful they shall be,
How gracefully they shall bend down toward you,
   And in your bright waves
Their faces shall laughingly be reflected!

   Hearken, oh hearken, with a loud sound
The blackbird is already joyfully greeting you!
   Look how along your borders everywhere
It has already become green;
   That makes you restless, doesn't it?
Flow more quickly, you jaunty fellow!

   Ah! how the bushes and trees
Look forward to the bonny dream of summer!
   Oh, how they shall happily lean
Down toward you with their branches,
   Both alders and willows together,
In the jocund valley's meadow!

   Murmur, murmur, merry brook,
Soon the slumbering spring shall awaken!
   Quickly upon your lovely pathways
Journey toward the lovely spring,
   Till in May, gratefully joyous,
Spring shall shower you with blossoms!