Drip drop flows, the spring waterfall Clear as a mirror, fresh and cold Just like a breeze blows, clouds will come and go Washing off, sins and sorrows That winter fog Sinking in the night For a bird of paradise Soon, nothing may find cool To dip in, turn yellow Nature's coming alive once again Filled with colours, blending together The ground prepares a flowerbed For the awakening of the sun Dwell my friend Praise the advent of spring In our forest What was left for dead Is now reborn Blooming together From the soil Like a shower of youth Falling from the trees Rushing down Spreading the peace Of early spring It never dies For a bird of paradise Soon, nothing may find cool To dip in, turn yellow Sinking in the night For a bird of paradise Soon, nothing may find cool To dip in, turn yellow For a bird of paradise For a bird of paradise Paradise