Lyrics

The earth has swallowed the snow Again we see the plum trees in blossom The new willow leaves are gold The waters of the lake are silver Now the butterflies powdered with gold Lay velvet heads within the hearts of flowers In his still boat, the fisherman pulls up his dripping net Rippling the still water He thinks of a girl at home, like a dark swallow in the nest He thinks of a girl at home, waiting like a swallow for her matе On this autumn evening, the whitе candlelight shines coldly on the painted screen As she strikes the passing fireflies with her gossamer fan The color of the steps of the courtyard at night is like cold water And she sits watching the herd boy dally with the spinning maiden