Both in heat and in cold to my old town
I return, as to my youth
Everything that was here earlier, and everything that remained
Is dear to me. I love all this

Refrain:
Where are those winters? Where are those springs?
That garden with a bench and that house in the meadow…
That camomile field with early dew…
My mother's smile that I cannot forget?

The long flocks of credulous birds
Slowly flow away into the skies.
Good people live in this town
It's a pity that I meet less and less my familiars

Refrain

The land of dear clear dawns,
The land of the first passing love,
Of many riddles and many solutions...
My dear Motherland, I wish you would live forever!

Where are those winters? Where are those springs?
That garden with a bench and that house in the meadow...
That chamomile field with early dew…
My mother's smile that I cannot forget?
My mother's smile that I cannot forget?