Tears... again these bitter tears, For broken dreams that flew far away, For dreaded sadness that nothing cheers, For new darkness, that nothing keeps at bay. What is to come? More such torment? No, its enough... It is time to rest, let go, And to forget the sounds of lament, A heart is full and can stand it no more. Who is singing in the shade of the birch tree? The sounds are familiar - the tears again... These tears are for my homeland and to me They are full of longing, worry and pain. I am in my beloved country; yet, my grave - Heart languishes in tears, I weep... Now it seems that only in a cold grave I will be able to forget and find some sleep.