The love of the earth and the beauty of the year,
Spring smells to us!..
The creation of the feast is given by nature,
Svidanya feast gives sons!..
The Spirit of Life, Force and Freedom
Ascending, embracing us!..
And the joy in the soul spilled,
As a review of the celebrations of nature,
Like God's life-giving voice!..
Where are you, Harmony sons?..
Here!.. and bold feathers
Tap the dormant string,
Heated with bright rays
Love, delight and spring!..
Like in full flame,
At the first morning of the young light,
roses shine, and roses burn;
Like a zephir in a joyful flight
They are spilled with aroma:
All right, spill, sweetness life,
The singers!.. follow you in the footsteps!..
So, make our, my friends, sweet
By blessed flowers!..
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