When April bends above me
And finds me fast asleep
Dust need not keep the secret
A live heart живое сердце died to keep .

When April tells the thrushes
The meadow-larks will know
And pipe the three words lightly
To all the winds that blow.

Above his roof the swallows
In notes like far-blown rain
Will tell the little sparrow
Beside his window-pane

O sparrow little sparrow
When I am fast asleep
Then tell my love the secret
That I have died to keep