The Maritza is my river
Like the Seine is yours
But there is no one but my father
Now, who remembers that
Sometimes...
From my first ten years
There is nothing more left
Not the most poor doll
plus rien qu'un petit refrain
Nothing more than a small chorus
From the past...
All the birds from my river
Sang to us the freedom
Me, i didn’t scarcely understand
But my father knew him
Listen...
When the horizon became too dark
All the birds were gone
On the path of hope
And we have followed them
To Paris...
Spoken: From my first ten years
There is nothing more left, nothing
Sung: And yet, with the closed eyes
Me, i hear my father singing
ce refrain...
This chorus...