Текст песни Георг Отс - Ария Жермона

You forgot your dear land,
You threw Provence dear,
Where there are so many bright days
It was in your youth.
Forest, fields, home shelter
You, a wanderer, are called
Rest in their bosom,
In their arms of relatives.
You are tormented by grief here,
All your dreams have perished
There is no struggle with fate,
There you will be resurrected in soul.
Yes, there is no fight with fate,
There you will be resurrected in soul.
My prayer, my prayer
Listen, dear ...
My late years
Cheerlessly quietly walked
I waited in vain in my native shadow
I love you both night and day.
My father's house was bitten,
And the fields of native space
The sad look did not amuse
I was lonely in my life.
But a sad time has passed
There are no past worries in the heart.
My prayer, my prayer
Listen, dear ...
Ah, a sad time has passed
You are with me again
Oh dear son, you are with me again!