The morning sun
Like a honeyed glow
Spilled over the field
Where the grasses are alive
The flute is playing
Like a heart whispers
There
Where love is bright at night
Spring is in bloom
In the valley
She's wreathing wreaths
In a joyous moment
A gentle breeze
Like a dream flying
He whispers softly
What awaits you
Waiting for you
Hoping for you
Like spring rain
In my heart
Love is endless
Like a starry fairy tale
You'll come to me
My light caress
Looking for you
Where the river is gurgling
There
Where the nightingale is singing
Where the pines are soaring
And the eyes are searching for the way to the heart
The flute is playing
Like a dream in the fog
It sounds gentle and quiet
Like a breath in love
You will come to me
Like the sun from behind the grove
Spring is in my heart
I'm waiting for you
Waiting for you
Hoping for you
Like spring rain
In my heart remains
Love is endless
Like a starry fairy tale
You will come to me
My light caress
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