The storm now stands at ease
Promising a bright tomorrow
Where the sun all sees
And forget all our sorrow
In the gentle breeze
Let every sin vanish
Along the vanishing clouds
Let every busy mind
Calm with the tranquil sound
Of spring
Where we shall sing
Every tune so clear and pure
Oh, the illness that has no cure
Will soon disappear
And all the long lasting fear
Shall cease to an end
For at these times
Our minds shall send
Positively
All the wheezing wind away.
