The Perle du Lac comes back to life
Shyly the daffodils climb towards the sky
Tha first buds appear on the branches
In a distance, the buzzing of a bumblebee
Still wrapped in coat and scarf
The people dare to come out in the new sun
On the lakeside, a cool breeze leaves them no choice
The robin and the tit are singing full of joy
A soothing serenity sets in
As the evening glow sheds over the still bare trees
And the dying sun is shining over the water
As if it melted into mount Saleve
In the Bain des Paquis, the evening red in the back
The chain of city lights is spread over banks and bridges
Like golden cords they shine into the deep
The bay, like a godly edge to hell
Printemps a Geneve Английский перевод
© Copyright: Максимилиан Гассманн, 2016
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