Like the way light breaks through the fog when a new day awakes
And I open my eyes before summer's golden splendor
What was lying inside me frozen
Thaws under blue sky.
What I counted as already lost
Is now disclosed by the new foliage
And the wind, it sings of tomorrow,
A promise in the air
I think about a smile,
About the sweet smell of her hair.
You are the gleaming of a stream bright and clear1
You are a dream and you are true
You are a magic spell and I silently succumb to your power
You are the morrow of a starlit night.
1. literally "of a water" the precise nature of the body of water left ambiguous in the German.