A keresés eredménye

Under the crown of the olive tree

I.
Under the olive tree crown
If squeezed the soil would shed tears
Fallen tears seeded pain
To grow in our hearts.
 
Beyond the village, when departing
The emigrating endeavor began.
With its coast, with its waves
The sea was an aching wound.
 
The mother's handkerchief
Washed with her tears.
By the shore waves, the girl waited.
The soil was feeling the pain.
The years went by
Our tears dried up.
The light of the freedom
Spread rays all-around.
 
II.
Under the olive tree crown
A fistful of soil I have in hand
And it looks oh like gold to me
The precious land.
 
I see them coming in groups and rows
Boys and girls by the seashore.
Never will there be a come back
Of those emigrating years.
 
With the girl's handkerchief
The sea breeze is playing
Her song sounds spread around
Like the radiant sun.
 
Never will there be a come back
Of those emigrating years.
 
2x
It comes riding the sea waves
It sits on the green soil
This new song
New song of my generation.