Second Semi-Chorus
Singing.
Happy indeed is the race of winged birds who [1090] need no cloak in winter! Neither do I fear the relentless rays of the fiery dog-days; [1095] when the divine grasshopper, intoxicated with the sunlight, as noon is burning the ground, is breaking out into shrill melody; my home is beneath the foliage in the flowery meadows. I winter in deep caverns, where I frolic with the mountain nymphs, while in spring I despoil [1100] the gardens of the Graces and gather the white, virgin berry on the myrtle bushes.