Latin lyrics:
Musa venit carmine
Dulci modulamine:
Pariter cantemus
Ecce virent omnia
Prata, rus et nemus
Mane garrit alaudula
Lupilulat cornicula
Iubente natura
Philomena queritur
Antiqua de iactura
Hirundo iam finsat
Cygnus dulce trinsat
Memorando fata
Cuculat et cuculus
Per nemora vernata
Pulchrae canunt volucres
Nitet terrae facies
Vario colore
Et in partum solvitur
Redolens odore
Late pandit tilia
Frondos, ramos, folia
Thymum est sub ea
Viridi c** gramine
In quo fit chorea
Patet et in gramine
Iocundoi rivus murmure
Locus est festivus
Ventus c** temperie
Susurrat tempestivus
English translation:
The goddess inspires our song
Sweetly and keeps good time
Let us sing in like manner
See how all is blooming
In meadow, farm and pasture.
The morning lark chatters
The little crow clamours
Greeting all of creation
Whilst the nightingale mourns
What is past and now lost.
Already the swallow flits
As the swan honks sweetly
Mindful of the way of things
And the cuckoo echoes
Through the verdant woods.
The birds sing so beautifully
The landscape dazzles
In all its diverse colours
And its re-birth releases
Such fragrant aromas.
Far and wide the limes stretch out
Their leaves, branches and blossoms
And thyme flourishes beneath them
Emerald like the very grass
On which our dance is held.
And winding through this grass
A giggling stream murmurs
This place is so delightful
Even the wind is hushed here
Whispering as befits the season
Musa venit carmine
Dulci modulamine:
Pariter cantemus
Ecce virent omnia
Prata, rus et nemus
Mane garrit alaudula
Lupilulat cornicula
Iubente natura
Philomena queritur
Antiqua de iactura
Hirundo iam finsat
Cygnus dulce trinsat
Memorando fata
Cuculat et cuculus
Per nemora vernata
Pulchrae canunt volucres
Nitet terrae facies
Vario colore
Et in partum solvitur
Redolens odore
Late pandit tilia
Frondos, ramos, folia
Thymum est sub ea
Viridi c** gramine
In quo fit chorea
Patet et in gramine
Iocundoi rivus murmure
Locus est festivus
Ventus c** temperie
Susurrat tempestivus
English translation:
The goddess inspires our song
Sweetly and keeps good time
Let us sing in like manner
See how all is blooming
In meadow, farm and pasture.
The morning lark chatters
The little crow clamours
Greeting all of creation
Whilst the nightingale mourns
What is past and now lost.
Already the swallow flits
As the swan honks sweetly
Mindful of the way of things
And the cuckoo echoes
Through the verdant woods.
The birds sing so beautifully
The landscape dazzles
In all its diverse colours
And its re-birth releases
Such fragrant aromas.
Far and wide the limes stretch out
Their leaves, branches and blossoms
And thyme flourishes beneath them
Emerald like the very grass
On which our dance is held.
And winding through this grass
A giggling stream murmurs
This place is so delightful
Even the wind is hushed here
Whispering as befits the season