Oh, motherland Overworked like mother's hands Steeped in stories, over-told And many more to tell Oh, motherland In the orchard of my youth I stand No harvest left for me to pick With grief, I say farewell
The river is lazy and late on its journey The fish disturbs the still Like a silent stone, all-seeing The heron will never miss And the circle goes around again From estuary to mountain rain And I too must make that journey But memories won't fade
Oh, motherland Overworked like mother's hands Steeped in stories, over-told And many more to tell Oh, motherland In the orchard of my youth I stand No harvest left for me to pick With grief, I say farewell FarewellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.