The blessed face of truth
is presented to the world; is celebrated.
With a flower on his lap
Phebus gives a smile
in a new way, this one with a colorful
flower.
Nectarous zephyr
breathing in the scent.
Certainly for the brave
Let us run in love.
Philomena sings the song of sweet Philomena,
Flowers laugh with color
The meadows are now serene,
A flock of birds jumps