Jeshchjo v poljakh belejet sneg,
A vody uzh vesnoj shumjat --
Begut i budjat sonnyj breg,
Begut, i bleshchut, i glasjat...

Oni glasjat vo vse koncy:
"Vesna idjot, vesna idjot!
My molodoj vesny goncy,
Ona nas vyslala vperjod.

Vesna idjot, vesna idjot,
I tikhikh, teplykh majskikh dnej
Rumjanyj, svetlyj khorovod
Tolpitsja veselo za nej!…"

The fields are covered still with snow,
But spring has swollen all the streams,
They run and sparkle as they go,
And wake the shores from drowsy dreams.

They call out loudly on their way:
“Spring’s coming, Spring’s coming!
We bring the message her today,
That’s why we meet you on the run.

Spring’s coming, Spring’s coming!”
And soon the lovely days of May
Will follow happily along
And dance a merry roundelay.

– Translations by Philip Ross Bullock