With a deep touch, br The red poppy awakes the grass. br With a deep touch, br Red wants green's vibration so much, br The sun awakes the sky's watch glass. br The sky vibrates like a string bass, br With a deep touch. br br The red flowers bloom in the Spring br When the time of the green grass comes. br The sky vibrates like a bass string. br The red flowers bloom in the Spring. br I see the nature's purest swing. br The wind searches his bongo drums, br The red flowers bloom in the Spring br When the time of the green grass comes. br br I see His love br Like a white lily among thorns. br I see His love br Like in clefts of the rock, a dove. br When red flower its grass adorns br And her dead Winter, Spring mourns, br I see His love. br br Shadows are inlaid in color br When red poppy awakes the grass. br When the land is multicolor, br Shadows are inlaid in color. br When the cuckoo is a caller, br The sun awakes the sky's watch glass.