Come back, my child, to the village of your birth, come back,
Come roll in the meadow, return like a colt to frolic,
Come become a man, and returning, learn in your heart
That our generation is proud
Come back
Come back, my child
To the village of your birth, come back.
Are the mountains high, or is the land untouched?
Visit the people; walk through the village neglecting no one,
And do come to bathe in the open silver lake,
My footsteps lie as if in sand.
Walk through,
Go everywhere,
Whether it is forest, mountain, or field.
What kind of pasture is it, you always ask:
There is sheep in it destined to be slaughtered in your honor.
Your attentive brothers will come and give a purebred horse,
The very best men of our village are ready.
The pasture,
When you return and with your own eyes see the pasture.
Your fantasies and imagination are tied up with your village,
Rising to the wonderful sun, circling the mountaintop,
Your grandfather and great-grandfather are departed,
Visit their graves, my child,
So that they might not say that they are forgotten,
Let it not be said,
My child, come that they might not say that they are forgotten.
When you go to the headstone, go not in the afternoon, but early,
Go, my love, with a wise, holy man by your side,
Prostrate and throw earth on their grave for me,
Your father feels great longing for them,
Longing,
Your father feels great longing for them.
Do not only play games from morning to night,
Sometime, my darling, turn your thoughts to your dreams,
In such times, many men are observing you,
Step carefully, carry yourself straight and true,
Carry yourself,
Step carefully, carry your body straight and true.
Come back, my child, to the village, come back, my child
Come roll in the meadow, return like a colt to frolic,
Our common men are always well-mannered, my child,
As if a firework, return, and seeing, with shining eyes become a cinder,
Come back,
Come back my child,
Come back to the village of your birth.
Come back,
Come back my child,
Come back to the village of your birth.
Come back my child,
Come back to the village of your birth.
Come back my child.
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