Green are the streets

The asphalt is glistening

When the dust of the day

Shall be washed away

The windows are closed

And the rain is dripping

From sill to sill

And down to the ground

When the May rain comes

Very young are the leaves

Of the trees and the shrubs

And tiny flowers grow

In the roadside ditch

The laughter of the child

Who's jumping into puddles

Whilst the water trickles

Right over his face

When the May rain comes

This is the morning of the year

A rainy green smile

After a long gloomy

Pale winter night

The shouting of the child

Melts into rustling

When the heavy rain

Rushes from on high

When the May rain comes

All of this shall be washed away

When the May rain comes...