In a fragrant morning while the hills were sleeping
and the moon didn't want to set yet,
quietly, I opened the loosened gate
and put the bindle on my back.
My old mother went behind me,
looking down without a word.
She couldn't even know what I was gathering in my soul
and why I hadn't said anything since the night before.
We had wanted to tell each other so much,
yet we've already forgotten everything.
When we had passed the last house
I suddenly started crying.
I covered my face with my hands
so my mother wouldn't see it.
Everywhere around me there were flowers
and it was the flowering May.
But I didn't look back even once,
I was too sad to say goodbye to my home,
I only promised my dear hills
that I'd return.
I only promised my dear hills
that I'd return.