I sing softly
to forget my sorrow.
I sing softly
to forget my sorrow.
I hate this long journey
that, despite myself, drags me down
because I left behind
all those I love.
Well! I needed to leave
and, despite my grief,
I closed my suitcases
as the day dawned.
And down there in the station
where the train waited for me,
I tried to hold back
my tears in vain.
Oh! My heart is unhappy,
I sing softly
the song of goodbye
and I promised myself
to return someday—
some beautiful spring day
to this country where I have lived
for such a long time.
Oh! Now I am alone
and I have no more friends
to whom I can confide my sorrows
or my sadness.
I have only this refrain
to banish my trouble
because it speaks to me
about the happiness of my country.
Oh! And when I think of my family
who remained there.
Oh! If my heart is sad,
I begin to sing.
That gives me the strength
to wait and to hope
for the happy day when I can
embrace them.
Oh! I sing softly
to forget my sorrow.
Yeah! I sing softly
to forget my sorrow.
I hate this long journey
that despite myself drags me down
because I left behind
all those I love—
because I left behind
all those I love.