And the black birds in the spring, on the willow tree
Sad and low-key, heard humans sing, singing all the way
All the way, all the way, made of golden hair
Sunshine came along, you see, as swallows in the air
In the brush, the rose was born, music when you speak
Through the azure, I don't want, sparkling, seem to break
All the way, all the way, made of golden hair
Never saw a sun to leave, I see the sweet spring
All the way, all the way