Frühlingsstimmen

The lark soars into the blue heights
the dewy breeze blows so mild
its delightful, gentle breath enlivens
and kisses the field, the meadow
Spring awakens in lovely splendor
ah all pain may come to an end
all sorrow, it has fled far away!
Pain becomes milder, joyful images
Belief in happiness returns
Sunshine, ah now penetrates
ah, everything laughs, oh, oh, awakens!

Here flows the source of songs
which for too long seemed to be silent
pure and clear sounds are heard again
sweet voices from the branches!
Ah softly the nightingale
already lets the first tones be heard
not to disturb the queen
be silent, all you singers!
Soon her sweet sound will ring out more fully
Ah yes soon, ah, ah yes!
Ah, ah, ah, ah!

O song of the nightingale, lovely sound, ah yes!
Love glows through, ah, ah, ah
the song resounds, ah and the sound
sweet and familiar, seems to carry lamentations
ah ah rocks the heart in sweet reveries
ah, ah, ah, ah, softly!
Longing and pleasure
ah ah ah reside in the chest
ah, when her song beckons so anxiously
sparkling far away like stars
ah ah enchantingly like the moon's beam
ah ah ah ah flows through the valley!
Scarcely does the night want to fade
Lark's song freshly awakens
ah, light comes to announce it
Shadows disappear! ah!

Ah the voices of spring sound familiar
ah yes, ah yes ah oh sweet sound
ah ah ah ah oh yes!