Wherever you would find yourself
And never mind how long ago
You miss your land, you strive to go
To where you have your homeю
To where your friends still wait for you,
All these insects and flowers,
These birds and clouds and grass dew,
And other friends of ours.
These dear, dear
Dear friends,
These dear friends of ours.
And in all this blue air
There is no better lair
Than our forest and mead
Are, indeed
Behind these fogs which are quite white,
Behind these waves which make a maze,
Good luck will find you certainly
Awaiting on your way
But you must know: however low,
However high you try to fly,
Your native land, your friendly band
Will always wait for you.
They'll always wait,
They'll always wait,
They'll always wait for you.
