Here's a translation into English by Rosa Newmarch, although honestly i think if Angela sang straight from the phone book it would still sound like the voice of an Angel of God: Tho' still the fields are white with snow, The rushing of spring floods draws near, The banks are sunny where they flow, They sparkle as they run more clear; Their voice the ice-bound fallow stirs: "The spring is here! The spring is here! We are the young spring's messengers, The heralds, we of her advance. The spring is here! The spring is here!" The bright, soft, May days come again And moving in a rosy dance They gladly haste to join Spring's train.
