Artist：sarah brightman
Songs Title：voici le printemps

Voice le printemps qui passe
Bonjour, tisserand, bonjour!
Ami, cde-moi ta place
Jen ai besoin pour un jour.
Cest moi qui fais la toilette
Des bois, des prs et des fleurs.
Donne vite ta navette;
Tu sais quon mattend ailleurs.
Voice le printemps qui passe
Bonjour, mon peintre, bonjour!
Ta main sobstine et se lasse
à faire un semblant du jour.
Donne vite ta palette
Ta palette et ton pinceau.
Tu vas voir le ciel en fate
Rajeunir dans mon tableau.
Voice le printemps qui passe
Bonjour, fillettes, bonjour!
Donnez vos fuseaux, de grâce
Que je travaille mon tour.
Jai promis sous less charmilles
Ma laine aux nids dalentour.
Je vous dirai, jeunes filles
O se niche aussi lamour.
Here is the spring passing by
Here is the spring passing by
Good day, weaver, good day!
My friend, lend me your chair,
I need it for a day.
I am he who cleanses
The woods, the meadows and the flowers.
Quickly, lend me your shuttle
I am awaited elsewhere, you know.
Here is the spring passing by
Good day, painter, good day!
Your labouring hand grows weary
As it makes a likeness of the day.
Quickly, lend me your palette
Your palette and your brush.
You will see the festive sky
Revitalised in my picture.
Here is the spring passing by
Good day, maidens, good day!
Lend me your spindles, I implore you
That I in my turn may work.
Under the arbours I promised
My wool to the nests round about.
I will tell you, o maidens
The place where love also nestles.