Spring has arrived and the birds proclaim her return with joyful song
and, at the breath of the Zephyrs, murmuring streams flow:
thunder and lightning, those harbingers of Spring,
cover the sky with a dark mantle,
and then, when the storms fall silent,
the birds resume their melodious song.

Giunto è la Primavera, e festosetti
La salutan gl’augei con lieto canto
e I fonti allo spirar de zefiretti
Con dolce mormorio scorrono intanto
Vengon coprendo Paci di nero ammanto
lampi, e tuoni ad annuntiarla aletti
Indi tacendo questi g’Augelletti
Tornan di nuovo al lor canoro incanto.

Spring has arrived merrily
the birds hail her with happy song;
meanwhile, at the breath of Zephyrs
the streams flow with sweet murmur;
Thunder and lightning, chosen to proclaim her
come covering the sky with a black mantle;
when these fall silent, the little birds
return once more to their melodious song;

Giunt’ è la Primavera e festosetti
La Salutan gl’ Augei con lieto canto,
E i fonti allo Spirar de’ Zeffiretti
Con dolce mormorio Scorrono intanto:
Vengon’ coprendo l’ aer di nero amanto
E Lampi, e tuoni ad annuntiarla eletti
Indi tacendo questi, gl’ Augelletti;
Tornan’ di nuovo al lor canoro incanto:

Springtime is upon us.
The birds celebrate her return with festive song,
and murmuring streams
are softly caressed by the breezes.
Thunderstorms, those heralds of Spring,
roar, casting their dark mantle over heaven,
Then they die away to silence, and the birds take
up their charming songs once more.

and, on the flower-strewn meadow,
to the welcome murmuring of branches and trees,
the goatherd sleeps, his dependable dog beside him.

e quindi sul fiorito ameno Prato
Al caro mormorar di frondi, e piante
dorme il caprar col fido can à lato.

And so, on the pleasant, flowery meadow,
to the welcome murmuring of fronds and trees
the goatherd sleeps with his trusty dog beside him.

E quindi sul fiorito ameno prato
Al caro mormorio di fronde e piante
Dorme ‘l Caprar col fido can’ à lato.

On the flower-strewn meadow,
with leafy branches rustling overhead,
the goat-herd sleeps, his faithful dog beside him.

Led by the festive sound of a shepherd’s bagpipe,
nymphs and shepherds dance at the joyful appearance of spring.

di Pastoral zampogna al suon festante
danzan Ninfe, e Pastor nel tetto amato
di Primavera all’apparir brillante.

To the festive sound of a shepherd’s bagpipe
nymphs and shepherds dance beneath the beloved roof
at the joyful appearance of spring.

Di pastoral Zampogna al suon festante
Danzan Ninfe e Pastor nel tetto amato
Di primavera all’ apparir brillante.

Led by the festive sound of rustic bagpipes,
nymphs and shepherds lightly dance
beneath the brilliant canopy of spring.