And finally here I am, where always ought to be
A day has gone, I feel our linden tree
Spreads the scent of home, where my
heart belongs
I'm still dazed by the memory of our songs
We used to sing upon the shades
of fleeting sun
Plucks on your guitar would always bring the fun
Yet I hear the same jokeslike before
Still there's nothing what could amuse us more
To be with you always brings the same,
same old warmths
The closest one, the member of the game
Now I call it life, a life that I could not reject
'cause I need it, it's the fresh air it's a piece
of bread
It's like a sip of wine, it's a mildness of your hand
I think there won't be end
Our garden is the same, but now it's pearly white
Under the snow, sleeps its winter night
And the chap with his big carrot-nose
Tells the secrets of tales he already knows
(The) sketches of our life, the happiness and joy
No matter if its cold, it's simple as a toy
It's my place and my good people around
Feel our home, where I am safe and sound