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Spring
-Vivaldi-

Joyful spring has arrived,
the birds welcome it with their happy songs,
and the brooks in the gentle breezes
flow with a sweet murmur.

The sky is covered with a black mantle,
thunder and lightning announce a storm.
When they are silent, the birds
take up again their harmonious songs.

And in the flower-rich meadow,
to the gentle murmur of leaves and plants
the goatherd sleeps, his faithful dog at his side.

To the merry sounds of rustic bagpipe
nymphs and shepherds dance in their beloved spot
when spring appreard in its brilliance.