My life is a windstorm, unleashed and unbounded,
It sweeps like a falcon expanses of field!
My life with the echoes of spring is resounding,
My life is a mad dream I'm destined to yield.

And yet I love life, full of vigour and fire,
As much as a wild meadow flower loves spring.
I love joy of life with a burning desire
And like only youth can to joy blindly cling.

O earth, my beloved and bountiful mother!
You dress up in flowers, at times in blood too.
Who'd change your sweet charms for the Garden of Eden?
I dread to imagine my life without you!

I love you, big world, ever bustling, beguiling!
You'll tear me, perhaps, like a beast of the wilds.
I'll die all the same at the sun broadly smiling,
And sunbeams will shine in my eyes.