Ah, what utterly amazing are the nights here
Only mama is in melancholy worry
-Why d’you walk around, my son, dear
So lonely, so lonely?
-Why d’you walk around, my son, dear
So lonely, so lonely?
Well, from end to end of April is my journey
And the stars have grown bigger and much gentler...
- Mama, mama, I am just patrolling
A patrolman, I’m of April!
- Mama, mama, I am just patrolling
A patrolman, I’m of April!
- My son, dear, I remember what has happened
And your eyes have filled with sorrow, my son, angel
Maybe she has left you all forsaken
Like a stranger, like a stranger? -
Maybe she has left you all forsaken
Like a stranger, like a stranger? -
Well, from end to end of April is my journey
And the stars have grown bigger and much gentler...
- Come off, mama, I am just patrolling
A patrolman, I’m of April!
- Mama, mama, I am just patrolling
A patrolman, I’m of April!