Frühlingsglaube

Spring Belief

The gentle breezes have awakened,
They whisper and weave day and night,
They create at every end.
Oh fresh scent, oh new sound!
Now, poor heart, do not be afraid!
Now everything must, must change.

The world becomes more beautiful with each day,
One does not know what may still come,
The blooming does not want to end.
The furthest, deepest valley blooms:
Now, poor heart, forget the torment!
Now everything must, must change.