In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, / When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; / Sweet lovers love the spring.

Mais um daqueles dias em que bem me podia dar inveja de mim própria: esta manhã, no ensaio geral, ouvimos o Ravel dos dois pianistas ("Ma mère l'oye"), e o Rundfunkchor a cantar cheio de swing "It was a Lover and his Lass", canção de George Sharing sobre um poema de Shakespeare.
O maestro deles disse-lhes que os queria a cantar aquilo no espírito On the Road de Jacques Kerouac. "Como a descrição que faz daquele clube de jazz em Nova Iorque", explicou.

Ai, a correspondência das artes: agora para cantar Shakespeare é preciso ler Kerouac e frequentar bares de jazz em Nova Iorque...

Ainda está frio em Berlim, mas esta música dá-nos primavera.

(A peça começa a 4:25 - e o Rundfunkchor canta isto muito melhor, mas ainda não gravaram, por isso deixo aqui o que encontrei.)

IT was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
That o'er the green corn-field did pass,
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;	5
Sweet lovers love the spring.
Between the acres of the rye,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
These pretty country folks would lie,
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,	10
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.
This carol they began that hour,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
How that life was but a flower	15
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.
And, therefore, take the present time
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,	20
For love is crown`d with the prime
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.