Both in heat and in cold to my old town I return, as to my youth Everything that was here earlier, and everything that remained Is dear to me. I love all this Refrain: Where are those winters? Where are those springs? That garden with a bench and that house in the meadow… That camomile field with early dew… My mother's smile that I cannot forget? The long flocks of credulous birds Slowly flow away into the skies. Good people live in this town It's a pity that I meet less and less my familiars Refrain The land of dear clear dawns, The land of the first passing love, Of many riddles and many solutions... My dear Motherland, I wish you would live forever! Where are those winters? Where are those springs? That garden with a bench and that house in the meadow... That chamomile field with early dew… My mother's smile that I cannot forget? My mother's smile that I cannot forget?