It is a spring evening, the sun has surrendered arms

A little sun-light that could has stayed in living room

And the bedroom; the rain is beating in a wild chorus

The song is of a solitude that rids the soul of forces

That crowd and bring a man down! Rejoice be uplifted

Spring has, alas reborn, the winter's toll accepted

It rewards with its beautiful flowers, the wet breeze will tell you so

I would go see their happy faces, if I could conquer my bed of silly woes.