* * * When The Bird Calls…

When, from the blossoming apple-tree, The singing bird calls, With a throbbing heart you wait For the spell – the magic words… And you, all strewed up with sparks, Start to seek the guelder-rose in dells, Your heart can’t bear any longer The grief, and the buttoned up dress… When, from the blossoming apple-tree, The singing bird calls, The earth, bursting into laughter, Spreads to you, like carpets, the roads… The wind with the flock of sparrows Disperses your winter sorrows, And makes you sing out The rose-colored dreams… When, from the blossoming apple-tree, The singing bird calls…When, from the blossoming apple-tree, The singing bird calls, With a throbbing heart you wait For the spell – the magic words… And you, all strewed up with sparks, Start to seek the guelder-rose in dells, Your heart can’t bear any longer The grief, and the buttoned up dress… When, from the blossoming apple-tree, The singing bird calls, The earth, bursting into laughter, Spreads to you, like carpets, the roads… The wind with the flock of sparrows Disperses your winter sorrows, And makes you sing out The rose-colored dreams… When, from the blossoming apple-tree, The singing bird calls… WHEN THE BIRD CALLS… ( II) From the blossoming apple-tree, When, the singing bird calls, You wait with a throbbing heart For the spell – the magic words… And you, all strewed up with sparks, Start to seek the guelder -rose in dells, Your heart can’t bear any longer The grief, and the buttoned up dress… From the blossoming apple-tree, When, the singing bird calls, The earth, bursting into laughter, Spreads to you, like carpets, the roads… The wind with the flock of sparrows Disperses your winter sorrows, And makes you sing out The rose-colored dreams… When, from blossoming apple-tree,