Dansa de la primavera [English translation]

February has sent me a very detailed letter:

It wants the lilac blossoms to open in my fingers

And it wants a palm tree to grow in my heart.

This Springtime is so very demanding!

This Springtime is so very demanding

And my heart is so sickly...

I'm afraid that it will be consumed in the pyre;

I cannot get rid of its charm!

I cannot get rid of its charm;

So I will open my branches and dance with it,

I will comb my hair with its winds,

I will sing to the moons of its nights.

I will sing to the moons of its nights;

I will sing to the Autumn's red hues,

I will sing to the silence of the virgin snow...

I will sing, if it returns, to a painful love.

I will sing, if it returns, to a painful love

And I will grow a little more with each new attempt.

I will grow a little more with each mild season,*

I will fly with the wind and the new seeds.

I shall fly with the wind and the new seeds;

Who knows where the wind will take us?

Maybe to the heartland of an ancient nation

Or to grow in the bottom of the sea?

February has sent me a very detailed letter:

It wants the lilac blossoms to open in my fingers

And it wants a palm tree to grow in my heart.

This Springtime is so very demanding!

This Springtime is so very demanding

And my heart is so sickly...

I'm afraid that it will be consumed in the pyre;

I cannot get rid of its charm!