Spring is here,
fulmars over the fields.
Dove's cry,
hoo-rhoo,
hoo-rhoo.
In the distant horizons rumbles battle rooster with its bubbling sound;
jo-ysch,
jo-ysch.
Spring is here,
cranes over the fields.
Dove's cry,
hoo-rhoo,
hoo-rhoo.
In the neighbor's yard rooster crowed with its bubbling sound;
jo-ysch,
jo-ysch.
Spring is here,
battle wagon across the fields.
The mind is tense,
wroom-wroom,
wroom-wroom.
In the narrow machine with its engine noise;
wroom-wroom,
wroom-wroom.
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