Текст песни Американка - Позабыт-позаброшен

There in the garden by the valley
The nightingale sang loudly,
And I, boy, in a foreign land
Forgotten from people.

Forgotten, abandoned
From a young youthful age,
I was left an orphan
I have no happiness, share.

Who has relatives
Sometimes they will sip
And everyone offends me
And I'm a stranger to everyone

Here I will die, I will die,
Will bury me
And no one will know
Where is my grave.

And no one will know
And nobody will come.
Only in early spring
The nightingale will sing.

Will sing and enlighten
And it will fly away again
My poor grave
Stands alone.

There, in the garden by the valley,
The nightingale sang loudly,
And I, boy, in a foreign land
Forgotten from people