When my brother drops in home
From the distant wide world
In his eye is a shadow of an old man
And he is just thirty
Mother always asks about all kinds of things
And he, as if he's hiding something
Each time he talks less
He talks less, drinks more and more
Why do they lie in our face
Our fields are crying
Why is it that when dawn arises
My brother must go to the world again?
Nothing new happens with us ever
And brother keeps talking the same
You see, he says, all this is
Painted by God's hand
His each word stabs the heart
He looks at me, lowers the head
Each time is harder for him to leave
And easier to cry a tear
Why do they lie in our face
Our fields are crying
Why is it that when dawn arises
My brother must go to the world again?
So our well doesn't dry
So our house wouldn't crumble down
So our boat doesn't sink
While our field brings crops for someone else
I pray every day
For the shining star of the north
To show the ways through the night
So those who travel wouldn't wonder
Those leaving should remember
Their home