The hedge has arisen
In the woods, from evening to morning,
hatch fresh surprises
light walking on the grass in March, a beautiful month.
is already no longer sleepy
the river, or it sounds tough
the earth in the warm wind
already verzica the greenery. Still there
the nightingale
full of notes and trills, but
along the shores and in the orchard
already quiver and chattering crickets.
And, look, the fence has arisen
covered with flowers, scented peach
s'ammanta party
unfolding its petals pink.
no rain, no wind, no sun is
March, everything has its charm;
is March, and crying will not,
showing the smile between tears.
hatch fresh surprises
light walking on the grass in March, a beautiful month.
is already no longer sleepy
the river, or it sounds tough
the earth in the warm wind
already verzica the greenery. Still there
the nightingale
full of notes and trills, but
along the shores and in the orchard
already quiver and chattering crickets.
And, look, the fence has arisen
covered with flowers, scented peach
s'ammanta party
unfolding its petals pink.
no rain, no wind, no sun is
March, everything has its charm;
is March, and crying will not,
showing the smile between tears.
-
Alfred de Musset
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