1. Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king；

Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring；

Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing,

Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

2. Beautiful spring is here. The winter is gone.

But the birds are back. The snow is gone.

But the flowers are back. Old coats are gone.

But new ones are here. Spring is a beautiful time.

3. Springtime is here again, With flowers blooming bright,

The air is filled with sweetness, And birds are singing high.

4. The village is full of the colour of white,

And noises Acacia flowers are blooming, the attracting the wings of bees

To be covered with pollens of the sunshine

If you mix acacia flowers with flour and the steam it—

We take a short cut to get ahead of the bees

And smell the scent of spring “Acacia honey, acacia honey—“

Beekeepers Prolongs his cry

And the road from * to the beehives are prolonged as well