SPRING

The bright sun of springtide rose up and from high

It smiles melting hearts with delight.

The larks have already ascended the sky

And merrily chant in their flight.

The earth has awakened! Away in the fields

The breeze roams caressing your breast.

Bright flowers have flooded the meadows and fields

And twine into garlands with zest.

With spring comes a hope lighting up every face.

The heart yearns for love and its bliss.

It tempts me to clasp all the world in embrace

And give it a rapturous kiss.

Translated by Lionginas Pažūsis