Veris leta facies

Joyful face of spring
is offered to the world,
the winter's chill
is now defeated,
in colorful dress
Flora takes the lead,
in the sweet song
of the woods, it's celebrated.

With flowers spread wide
Apollo, in a new way,
gives a smile, with this
blooming with flowers.
The west wind, sweetly
breathing in the scent.
Let's race for the prize
in love, with no doubt.

With a sweet song,
the nightingale sings,
in varied blooms
the meadows now smile,
a flock of birds
leaps through the woods,
a chorus of maidens
promises a thousand joys.