The sheeps browse on celestial sea,
Exploded it seems me the flock,
The lambkin are gladly und ecstatically,
That it becomes happy Easter soon.

The catkin of the willow are withered,
Now the jonquils ring;
The life, the spring, the love glows,
Everyone would like to exult.

We pick out the multicolored dresses
And flow laughing to new nature,
we lilt the merry songs with boom,
the hearts jubilate with cries.

So smoothe breezes blows in the land,
The souls start to the sky,
The aging winter banish to north,
It laughs the saddest mould.

Happy Ester for all my friend from old Cherusker