Текст и перевод песни Mediæval Bæbes - Return of the Birds

Return of the Birds

Laetabundus rediit
Avium concentus,
Ver iocundum prodiit,
Gaudeat iuventus,
Nova ferens gaudia;
Modo vernant omnia,
Phoebus serenatur,
Redolens temperiem,
Novo flore faciem
Flora renovatur.
Aestivant nunc Dryades,
Colle sub umbroso
Prodeunt Oreades,
Coetu glorioso,
Satyrorum concio

Psallit cum tripudio
Tempe per amoena,
His alludens concinit,
Cum iocundi meminit
Veris, philomena.
Applaudamus igitur
Rerum novitati.
Felix qui diligitur
Voti compos grati,
Dono laetus Veneris,
Cuius ara teneris
Floribus ordorat.
Miser e contrario
Qui sublato brabio
Sine spe laborat.

Return of the Birds

Merrily returned
The song of the birds,
Joyful spring has come,
Let youth rejoice,
Bringing new joys;
Now all things flourish,
Phoebus shines clear,
Restoring the season,
With new flowers the face
Of Flora is renewed.
Now the Dryads dance,
Beneath the shady hill
The Oreads come forth,
In glorious company,
The assembly of Satyrs

Sings with revelry
Through the pleasant vale,
The nightingale replies to them,
Remembering with joy
The spring.
Let us then applaud
The newness of things.
Happy is he who is loved
And has his wish fulfilled,
Glad with the gift of Venus,
Whose altar he adorns
With tender flowers.
Unhappy on the other hand
He who, his prize removed,
Labors without hope.