冬天

冬天已经无痕，

夏天终于已来临，

还有小鸟，树上歌唱不歇；

现在万事大吉，

于我难过之时，

因为我和真爱要分别。

蔷薇在石楠上，

清澈水流其旁，

吸引着小蜜蜂和朱顶雀；

其爱多么幸福，

心儿得到满足，

但是我和真爱要分别。

The Winter it is past

The Winter it is past,

and the summer comes at last,

And the small birds, they sing on ev'ry tree;

Now ev'ry thing is glad,

while I am very sad,

Since my true love is parted from me.

The rose upon the brier,

by the waters running clear,

May have charms for the linnet or the bee;

Their little loves are blest,

and their little hearts at rest,

But my true love is parted from me.

 by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)