You forgot the edge of your dear ,
Gave you a native of Provence ,
Where so many bright days
It was in your youth .
Forest, farmland , native shelter
You wanderer name
Relax among them,
Their embrace of loved ones.
Grief is exhausted you ,
Sgibli all your dreams ,
There is no struggle with fate,
There you resurrected soul.
Yes, there is no struggle with fate,
There you resurrected soul.
My plea , my plea
Hearken , native ...
Years later my
Desolate quietly walked,
Waited in vain for his native canopy
I love you , and night and day.
Skushen was my father's house ,
And fields Native open spaces
Sad eyes is not fun ,
Lonely in my life was .
But was a sad period ,
In the heart of old no worries.
My plea , my plea
Hearken , native ...
Ah, was a sad period ,
You're with me again ,
About native son , you're with me again !
