In colors, the fields drape
themselves in profusion of colors in
springtime.
In colors, in colors the young birds
arriving from afar

In colors, in colors the brilliant
rainbow we spy
And that’s why the great love of
infinite colors is pleasing to me
And that’s why the great love of
infinite colors is pleasing to me.

The rooster sings, the rooster sings
with a cockle doodle do
(kiri, kiri)
The hen, the hen with a cluck, cluck,
cluck
(kara, kara)
The baby chicks, the baby chicks
with a cheep, cheep, cheep
(pio, pio)

And that’s why the great love of
infinite colors is pleasing to me
And that’s why the great love of
infinite colors is pleasing to me

(translated by Abby F. Rivera 1/05)