To My Sister – Caprice (rússia) – letras

It’s the first mild day of March:Each minute sweeter than beforeThe redbreast sings from the tall larchThat stands beside our door.There is a blessing in the air,Which seems a sense of joy to yieldTo the bare trees, and mountains bare,And grass in the green field.O my sister, ’tis a wish of mineNow that our morning meal is done,Make haste, your morning task resign;Come forth and feel the sun.