Es kehret der Maien, es blühet die Au
May is returning, the meadow's in Flower
An die ferne Geliebte To the Distant Beloved
Jeitteles
May is returning, the meadow’s in bloom,
The breezes are blowing, gentle and warm,
The bubbling streams are running apace.
The swallow comes home to her usual place
And sets about building her bridal suite
Where Love will find a welcome seat.
From here and from there she busily brings
Wool, fluff and grasses, all sorts of things
That will keep the youngsters cosy and warm;
So the loyal couple settle quite true to form.
For what winter has parted May will unite,
Bring together all lovers to their delight;
May is returning, the meadow’s in bloom,
The breezes are blowing, gentle and warm –
Only, I cannot move on from here ……..
Spring unites all those who love,
But no spring to our love appears,
Our love is watered alone by our tears.
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