The spring comes
Like a flow of water,
Like a row of trees
With green buds,
Like a ray of sunshine
That wanders
All over the sky,
Like birds
That cross the air,
Like an old French song
In a quiet cafe.
The spring comes
Like a flow of water,
Like a row of trees
With green buds,
Like a ray of sunshine
That wanders
All over the sky,
Like birds
That cross the air,
Like an old French song
In a quiet cafe.