Why do you awaken me,
o breath of Spring?
Why do you awaken me?
On my forehead I feel your caresses,
and yet very nea ris the time
of storms and sorrows!
Why do you awaken me,
o breath of Spring?
Tomorrow, into the valley
will come the traveler
remembering my early glory
And his eyes in vain
will look for my splendor.
They will find no more than grief
and misery. Alas!
Why do you awaken me,
o breath of Spring?