Spring

The spring, with flowers crowned,
Warms up in the sun.
The buds of the lilac burst open
And the bees fly from their hives.
Women blossom in the streets again,
The headlines in the newspapers cry:
EQUALITY, JUSTICE
Let it exist... always!

Yes, certainly...
For everything that, in our world,
Has no importance.
Impossible...
When money and glory are the name of the game.

Who cares!
Let our eyes see what is beautiful...

Here,
I would like to offer you
In this first day of the spring
A little violet.