The moon reflects on the mountains top,
Like a fish casting spawn in the water's blue.
And I, in bruises from thundering floes,
Over broad reaches its course pursue.
No tricks of the mind are of any avail;
No use in restraint,
No sleep can be found.
My heart has thawed,
My time has arrived.
"surrender ! Surrender !" cries Spring around.
I surrender !
My life isn't yet its end.
I surrender !
My hand in joy I extend
Towards the blossoms,
Towards the light
And Spring - - -
I long for Spring,
For delight !
Like a fish casting spawn in the water's blue.
And I, in bruises from thundering floes,
Over broad reaches its course pursue.
No tricks of the mind are of any avail;
No use in restraint,
No sleep can be found.
My heart has thawed,
My time has arrived.
"surrender ! Surrender !" cries Spring around.
I surrender !
My life isn't yet its end.
I surrender !
My hand in joy I extend
Towards the blossoms,
Towards the light
And Spring - - -
I long for Spring,
For delight !
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