Through the garden of roses with its silver populuses
I walk with my father holding his hand tight
And from the highest tree I hear a lonely bird
Singing about the cruel country outside
And my heart shivers whenever I hear my father's voice
Mio, my Mio
Night falls over the garden of roses
And I can see my bird flying towards the sky
It's flying straight towards heaven on its wide wings
Flying towards the black country outside
And my heart shivers whenever I hear my father's voice
Mio, my Mio
Mio, my Mio