Текст песни Шуберт - Скиталец

Alone I walk the path from the mountains -
Fog rises, the surf rustles.
I'm full of sadness, melting dreams
And my heart groans: where are you?

How gloomy the sun has been here since morning!
Here the light fades and life is old;
Human speech is an empty sound
Everywhere and everywhere I am a stranger ...

Oh, where are you, my desired land?
My dream, dream, unknown paradise!
Land of love, stronghold of hope, -
There are many of my roses blooming,

There my friends are waiting for me
There I will meet the lovely dead
The native language caresses the ear ...
Oh, my land, where are you? ..

I'm full of sadness, melting dreams
And my heart groans: where are you?
A secret voice whispers after me:
"There is our happiness, where we are not!"