Little pierrot goes his way lightheartedly And gathers little daises Spring is laughing in his curly hair And gives him a festive look The golden poplars stretch to the sky They are searching for the sun La, la, la The meadows and the orchards All jump for joy La, la, la The happiness of the Lord Sings in the world And the flowers in the in fields La, la, la A little pink cloud In the setting sun Slowly falls asleep La, la, la