How sad one finds
The man
When he is going away from home
When he is going away from home
Already far from his country
Mostly if he remembers
His parents and his sweetheart
Ay, what a fate!
To make me cry
The passage north
How far you have remaining to go
Your branches
Are receding from me
My parents and my siblings
Are remembering me
Ay, what a fate!
To make me cry
The passage north
How far you have remaining to go
Your branches
Are receding from me
My parents and my siblings
Are remembering me
Ay, what a fate!
To make me cry