English Rendering
This spring comes early to a world of snow,
Hard to see but her east wind starts to blow.
She gives subtle signs with pussy willows,
And gentle grace even on drums and bells.
Only one quilt can keep me warm in bed,
Tho’ the night feels like winter long n cold.
When the town’s still dreaming in misty air,
A new sun rises, biting the tip of the hill.
Peach and apricot boughs will sprout out there.
The juice for spring outings will boil bubbles.
There’ll be nothing for me, sick and weak.
I’ll keep the bed from running away at home.
