When the ice is broken in spring
It flows like an excited river,
When among the meadows in some places
The bare earth turns black
And the darkness lies in clouds
To the hollow fields, -
An evil dream cherishes sadness
In my inexperienced soul.
I see nature is getting younger,
But only she can grow younger:
The cheeks of the calm scarlet flame
Time will take you away,
And the one who suffered so much happened
He will not find love for her in his heart.

The melancholy of spring's awakening, as the earth's new life brings forth both beauty and sorrow.