A voice, a voice coming from so far away
That it no longer rings in the ears,
A voice, like a drumbeat, muffled
Reaches us even so, distinctly.
Though it seems to issue from a tomb
It speaks only of summer and spring,
It fills the body with joy,
It kindles a smile on the lips.
I’m listening. It’s only a human voice
Coming across the din of life and of battles,
The crash of thunder and the babble of talk.
What about you? Don’t you hear it?
It says “The pain will be short-lived”
It says “The beautiful season is near”.
Don’t you hear it?