My childhood calls me to sandy beaches,
My childhood calls me to golden beaches,
On it have come to be inscribed mercilessly
Many years.
What did I do?
What did I say?
Who am I in this country?
What snow has already fallen in my hair?
Are men only born to become old?
O my vanished childhood
What was the name of my street?
What did I do?
What did I say?
Who am I in this country?
What flower has bent its stem under my steps
So that I should suddenly have fallen so low?
O my childhood take my hand
Since you are in my way.
My childhood calls me to sandy beaches,
My childhood calls me to golden beaches.
On it have come to be inscribed mercilessly
Many years.
What did I do?
What did I say?
Who am I in this country?
What hope of departure to unknown places
To forget later who I have become.
O my returned childhood
Tell me, who I have become.
What did I do?
What did I say?
Who am I in this country?
What eternal night is rising in my eyes?
We reap the boredom when we get what we want.
O my childhood, what a desire
To go to you to finish my life!
My childhood calls me to sandy beaches,
My childhood calls me to golden beaches.
On it have come to be inscribed mercilessly
Many years.