My young love rests, hopefully sleeps
In the afternoon in Spring – she
Causes the cold bird to sing, she
Is the reason pear tree keeps
Its blossoms still, and she ensures
Hope within my heart endures
This April chill will weaken soon
And: enter summer, confident!
Grey leftover winter’s spent,
And swinging on the sun and moon
The joy of June, the might of May
Will entertain each summer day
And our love’s microclimate will
Make sure our weather’s never chill.