Our house is standing
in the middle of the village
Many years ago,
a family lived in it
Apple orchard,
maple at the gate
It was all and passed like a dream
I remember how now and love to tears
The village, the house where I lived and grew
The fields of the fields,
the fields of gold
And flying in the distance, a flock of cranes
You forgive, father,
that I'm not around
The handle of the cart is missing a
day I know what you are waiting for,
standing at the porch
The father is to blame, you forgive me Do
not forget in the age of
the song
The cradle of the soul,
like a spring drop Mother of the devil,
do not erase the years
And the father is punished,
I always remember Do not live a dream
only for yourself
You have to help generously and lovingly
Do not spare warmth in life for people
And put good in the soul of the sons
You forgive, father,
that I'm not around
The handle of the cart is missing a day
I know what you are waiting for,
standing at the porch The father is to blame,
you forgive me
You forgive, father,
that I'm not around
The handle of the cart is missing a day
I know what you are waiting for,
standing at the porch The father is to blame,
you forgive me