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