From the abyss of melancholy, I steal a drop of happiness bright
From the abyss of melancholy, I steal a drop of happiness bright,
For every fallen leaf, I receive an enchanting spring anew,
For the youth of man, a masquerade ball under moonlight,
We, nature, in nature's bosom, preserve a mystical harmony true.
When spring makes its presence felt, nature reveals its splendor grand,
Flowers display their colors, and butterflies dance in a waltz of wind,
The gentle breeze with its sweet fragrance; a lullaby for hopes to stand,
The seasons of love, intertwine in a dance of colors, meet and embrace, aligned.
I know a hidden place in the soul, far from the visible spring outside,
An eternal spring and a youth full of dreams, a refuge of love so pure,
The pain of the world; dried petals, far from hate, I kiss with nostalgic pride,
From the abyss of melancholy, I bring a drop of happiness, a magical gift for sure.
There will be no spring without autumn; there will be no taste without longing's call,
If there is no sadness, what taste will happiness have, tell me please?
If there is no youth, why would the heart beat with such passion at all?
Autumn prepares to adorn the heart with memories and dreams, in a magical tableau with ease.
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