1. Spring has returned, but you have not
O fountain of life's joys

2. Spring has returned, but you have not
So for whom shall I compose my song?

3. And to whom shall I sing, while the open sky
Mocks my shackles?

4. With what melody, when songs of joy
Have abandoned my lute?

5. I am destined for oblivion, so do not wish for me
Dreams of eternity