The sun rises over the mountains,
Sets with reverie.
You used to be my melody, now my gaze is melancholic,
What remains of you is your scent and the wind.
Were there many envious looks on your paths?
Now, I have plunged into foreign lands,
Your soil remains delicately under my feet,
And a syllable remains lingering in my ear.
A longing, an unknown future,
If it’s destined, it will come.
How much did we burn on your roads,
Our souls were seasoned with your salt,
We were scattered by your breeze.
I won’t forget, I can’t forget, you’re on my skin.
A burden has settled in my heart, far from you,
Longing has grown heavy in foreign lands.
I wished to cool off on your shores,
To drink water from your rivers,
I fixed my eyes on the borders, and on you, my love,
To see you,
Your rain,
My eyes,
I miss.
Today, my dry chest longs for you,
By the game of a tyrant,
You are left with brutality, and I with melancholy…
You are safe, and I am secure.
The mist that has settled on us will surely dissipate,
You are far from evil, and I am entrusted to God,
We shall meet, for sure.
If I were a sapling, I would lean against your chest,
O my dear soul, my homeland.
