"Faith in Springtime" - Ludwig Uhland

Sweet breezes have awoken
Day and night they stir and whisper;
Everywhere they are at work.
Oh fresh perfume, oh new music!
Now, poor heart, fear no longer,
Now, all things must change.

The world grows more beautiful each day,
And what may yet happen, one cannot tell.
The flowering will not end, and
Even the deepest, most distant valley is blooming.
Now, my poor heart, forget your pain.
Now, all things must change.