Георг Отс - Ария Жермона
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You forgot your dear land,
You threw the Provence dear
Where are there so many bright days
It was in your youth.
Forest, fields, native shelter
You, wanderer, are called
Relax in the bosom of them,
In their arms of relatives.
You are wise here exhausted you,
All your dreams were burned
There is no struggle against fate
There you will resurrect your soul.
Yes, there is no struggle with fate,
There you will resurrect your soul.
My prayer, my prayer
Sour, dear ...
My late years
They walked hard,
Waiting in vain in his native canopy
I am you and night and day.
My father was whispering to me
And the fields of relatives are spacious
Sad gaze did not have fun,
I was lonely in my life.
But a sad period has passed
There are no former alarms in the heart.
My prayer, my prayer
Sour, dear ...
Ah, a sad period has passed,
You are with me again
O dear son, you are with me again!