And all shall fade
The flowers of spring
The world and all the sorrow
At the heart of everything
But still, it stays
The butterfly sings
And opens purple summer
With the flutter of its wings
The earth will wave with corn
And mares will neigh
With stallions that they mate
Foals they've borne
And all shall know
The wonder of purple summer
And yet I wait
The swallow brings a song
Too hard to follow
That no one else can sing
O Metamorfóste, sto ónoma tis Aráchnis.