I have come to you, delighted,
To tell you that sun has risen,
That its light has warmly started 
To fulfil on leaves its dancing;

To tell you that wood?s awaken
In its every branch and leafage,
And with every bird is shaken,
Thirsty of the springy image;

To tell you that I?ve come now,
As before, with former passion,
That my soul again is bound
To serve you and your elation;

That the charming breath of gladness
Came to me from all-all places,
I don?t know what I?ll sing, else,
But my song?s coming to readiness.