Now the land wants to greet us, from the meadow it blooms blue. Out of all the meadows the flowers bloom red and blue. Out of the red heath a garment falls and lives in festive clothes to the new dance of May. Soon spring will sing a song that only we desire. So let's go to the happy spring, the journey is worth the wait. Hey, under green linden, there's a light white dress. Hey, yes, now we children have an end to winter suffering. Now the land wants to greet us, from the meadow it blooms blue. Out of all the meadows the flowers bloom red and blue. Out of the red heath a garment falls and lives in festive clothes to the new dance of May.
