Tonight, my good people,
don't ask me anything
let the tears flow quietly
that way it will hurt less
Deep down, I still hear my mother
telling me sadly
when you come back one day son
I will be waiting for you.
My fields are calling me
my tamburas are calling me
before I close my eyes
to see it all once more
Chorus
Don't touch tonight
the memory inside me,
don't touch my plain
because I will be back.