Translations
Português
Carl Orff - Veris leta facies (I. Primo vere) LyricsThe merry face of spring
Turns to the world
Sharp winter
Now flees, vanquished;
Bedecked in various colors
Flora reigns
The harmony of the woods
Praises her in song. Ah!
Lying in Flora's lap
Phoebus once more
Smiles, now covered
In many-colored flowers
Zephyr breathes nectar-
Scented breezes
Let us rush to compete
For love's prize. Ah!
In harp-like tones sings
The sweet nightingale
With many flowers
The joyous meadows are laughing
A flock of birds risеs up
Through the pleasant forests
Thе chorus of maidens
Already promises a thousand joys. Ah!