A keresés eredménye

My old home

There remains an old home across the road,
an old yellow quince blooms in the courtyard,
there isn't even an old mother to greet me
to look at her tears full of joy
 
Chorus.
My old home, its hearth without a grill
its door is no longer being opened
 
My old home, its hearth without a grill
its door is no longer being opened
 
A mother used to wait at the doorstep
to wait for her daughter to come back from the far away town
there it is, that is life, it all happens and passes
no one is there anymore when I go home
 
Chorus
My old home, its hearth without a grill
its door is no longer being opened
 
My old home, its hearth without a grill
its door is no longer being opened
 
Chorus
My old home, its hearth without a grill
its door is no longer being opened
 
My old home, its hearth without a grill
its door is no longer being opened