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