It Might As Well Be Spring

Agitated like a reed in the storm
Everything annoys me and irritates me at the moment
The world disappoints me
On this beautiful spring day

Tired, disillusioned, and without courage
Impatient, I no longer know what awaits me
I feel the storm coming
On this beautiful spring day

I would like to feel far from here
Escape the everyday life
And maybe by escaping like this
I would find love

The buds of the chestnut trees of my childhood
The hawthorn, the hyacinth, and the white lilacs
In vain sing their romance to me
Do I doubt spring?

Everything is so joyful
Yet I am unhappy
Where does all this torment come from?
Oh my friend, it's spring