Gekommen ist der Maie,
Die Blumen und Bäume blühn,
Und durch die Himmelsbläue
Die ros'gen Wolken ziehn.
Die lust'gen Vöglein singen
Herab aus luftiger Höh,
Die weißen Lämmer springen
Im weichen grünen Klee.
Doch ich kann nicht springen und singen,
Ich liege krank im Gras;
Ich höre fernes Klingen,
Mir träumt, ich weiß nicht was.
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- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , copyright © 2020, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Le mois de mai est arrivé", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Research team for this page: Emily Ezust
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Word count: 62
May has come,
The flowers and the trees blossom,
And through the blue of heaven
The rosy clouds travel.
The merry birdlets are singing
Down from the airy heights,
The white lambs are leaping about
In the soft green clover.
But I cannot leap and sing,
Ill I lie in the grass;
I hear a distant ringing,
I am dreaming I know not what.