In the fairest meadow stands my homeland's house*
I trekked many an hour down to the valley
You, my quiet valley, I greet a thousand times
I trekked many an hour down to the valley
Should I leave from the valley, full of pleasure and sound
That would be my harshest suffering, my final walk
You, my quiet valley, I greet a thousand times
That would be my harshest suffering, my final walk
When I die - I want to be buried in valley's soil
Sing to me at the final hour at evening's fading light
You, my quiet valley, I pay the last farewell
Sing to me at the final hour at evening's fading light
(You, my quiet valley, I pay the last farewell)
Sing to me at the final hour at evening's fading light
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*expression suggested by fellow translator Hansi K. Lauer