The grass is green,
The sun shines;
Swallow with spring
In the passage to us is flying.
With her beautiful sun
And spring mile ...
Proschebech the road
We soon hello!
I'll give you the grain;
And you sing a song
What from distant lands
He brought with them.
The sun shines;
Swallow with spring
In the passage to us is flying.
With her beautiful sun
And spring mile ...
Proschebech the road
We soon hello!
I'll give you the grain;
And you sing a song
What from distant lands
He brought with them.