Little Pierrot goes his way lightheartedly
And gathers little daises
Spring is laughing in his curly hair
And gives him a festive look
The golden poplars
stretch to the sky
They are searching for the sun
La, la, la
The meadows and the orchards
All jump for joy
La, la, la
The happiness of the Lord
Sings in the world
And the flowers in the in fields
La, la, la
A little pink cloud
In the setting sun
Slowly falls asleep
La, la, la
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