Quiet morning, beautiful spring
Warmed by the sun\'s warmth;
I stood above the sleepy river
Remembering the swan with a wounded wing
Everything suddenly repeated itself
And I saw how once in reality
How in vain the white bird fluttered,
Trying to fly up into the blue sky.
And above it circled a faithful friend
With a strong flap of its wings it beckoned into the distance
In flight without changing the chosen circle
Being unable to fly away alone,
In cries of grief, despair, sadness,
In the helpless attempt of faithful birds
You and I were confusedly silent
Without revealing our sad faces to each other.
And then in the spring you whispered to me,
Those distant words came back to me again:
Wipe away tears, you firmly promised
My love will also be a swan.
I am here again and alone instant,
And as if the swan, that was stricken.
Native land, beloved and distant,
I remember you - I have not forgotten