In the heart of spring,
green wings brush and sing,
caressing the earth,
awakened at birth.
The sun smiles high,
the blue sky wide,
flowers give scent,
life’s spirit is lent.

I fly through years,
through bloom and tears,
where the smell of flowers says,
“It’s time to sail away.”

Forget the city,
leave Dionysus’ thing,
let the path lead
in the heart of spring

The spirit dances,
warm wind advances,
its kingdom reveals
the truth it conceals.
To those who arrive,
to see life alive,
to offer its tune,
to rise like the moon.

I fly through years,
through bloom and tears,
where the smell of flowers says,
“It’s time to sail away.”

Forget the city,
leave Dionysus’ thing,
let the path lead
in the heart of spring

A few more days,
its spirit plays,
the magic of life
free from all strife.
The river is crowned,
flowers abound,
the spirit gives
to everything that lives.
I see her vast sea,
endless and free,
she fills every space,
because magic has grace.

I fly through years,
through bloom and tears,
where the smell of flowers says,
“It’s time to sail away.”

Forget the city,
leave Dionysus’ thing,
let the path lead
in the heart of spring