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 [bad word] 

Very young are the leaves
Of the trees and the [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 

This is the morning of the year
rainy green smile
After a long gloomy
Pale winter night
The shouting of the child
Melts [bad word] 
When the heavy rain [bad word] from on high

When the May [bad word] 
All of this shall be washed away
When the May [bad word] ..