When I set into exile

When I set out into exile,
In grief, I lost my heart.
Grief my heart, grief, I am without lust, My joy for life is gone.

Look back, my friend
Do you see my home back in the distance? I can barely see the smoulder
The thin smoke colouring the sky.

Bukovina what did I do wrong
that I couldn’t live in you any longer? If you can live in your country
Don#t rush to a foreign land!

I couldn#t live in my country,
I hurried to a foreign land.
Now my new home is foreign, Strange are the people around me.

If they can’t understand my words, How can they understand my sorrow? I am so desperate I will die
But I still try to show good mood.

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I am so desperate I will die
But I am still trying to show good mood, I am trying to show good humour
So the others don’t see my sorrow.

I’m so consumed by sorrow That I barely walk on earth, I’m so covered with sorrow like the Sovár apple tree.

Two or three apples grow on me.
Still, my branches break under the weight.

When you go off to wander, Come and say goodbye to me. I’ll make a bed and lay you down I’ll give you a kiss and let you go.

When you set out on your journey Come and say goodbye to me.
I’ll write you a sad letter of goodbye With it, you can go into the world.

Oh my Sun, my Sun, my sweet Sun Shine brightly once more
Shine brightly once more
Don’t shine so dimly.

Oh my God, you’ve beaten me. Me more than anyone else.
My heart hurts from inside and out Sorrow presses from both sides.

Why do I live my God
If I live with such sorrow?
Sorrow is my lunch, Sorrow is my dinner, Grief is my every hour.

Oh Lord provide me shelter

I am tired of this exile,
Of exile and of wandering, Of living in a foreign land.