歌词
Sweet spring is your time, is my time, is our time,
For spring time is love time and viva sweet love.
All the merry little birds are flying, in the floating, in the very spirits
Singing in our winging in the blossoming.
Lovers go and lovers come,
Are wandering, are wandering.
But any two are perfectly alone,
There’s nobody else alive.
Such a sky and such a sun,
I never knew, and neither did you
And everybody never breathed quite so many kinds of youths.
Not a trick and count these leaves, each our self pile opening
But shining who by thousands mean only one amazing thing.
Secretly adored, shiny, tiny, winging
Darting, floating, merry, in the blossoming,
Always joyful selves are singing.
Sweet spring is your time, is my time, is our time,
For spring time is love time, and viva sweet love.