冬天

冬天

 

冬天已經無痕，

夏天終於已來臨，

還有小鳥，樹上歌唱不歇；

現在萬事大吉，

於我難過之時，

因為我和真愛要分別。

 

薔薇在石楠上，

清澈水流其旁，

吸引著小蜜蜂和朱頂雀；

其愛多麽幸福，

心兒得到滿足，

但是我和真愛要分別。

 

 

 

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)