Where have I the time to love the flowers!
There is a load of mountains on my head,
There are bushes and cobwebs all around.
Where have I the time to enjoy
The fragrance of the woods!
Although, the air is soothing to the senses,
Every leaf vibrates with the joy of youth,
But where have I the time
To look at them for a while!
The needle and the thread are lying in front of me,
Someone has made loving gestures also,
But where have I the time to weave a garland for her!
‘Where have I the time to love the flowers !