The house where I was born,
A small window illuminated by sunlight
Sneak in early in the morning;
He never comes too early,
It didn't bring too long a day,
But now, I often hope that at night
Take my breath away.
I remember, I remember,
The house where I was born,
That little window, the sun
Early in the morning, quietly looking in;
He never arrives early,
Don't let a day stay too long,
But now, I often hope
The night took my breath away!
I remember, I remember.
Red and white roses,
Violets and lilies,
Those flowers made of light!
Lilacs where robins nest,
My brother is meeting there
The gold chain flower on his birthday,
This tree is still alive!
Yes, I remember,
Those red and white roses,
Those violets and lilies,
All flowers are made of sunshine!
Those lilacs where robins nest,
My brother was there on his birthday.
I planted a golden chain flower tree-
It is still full of vitality!
I remember, I remember.
Where I used to swing,
And think that the air must be as fresh as fresh.
Flying swallows;
My soul was flying at that time,
It's too heavy now,
It is difficult to cool the swimming pool in summer.
The fever on my forehead!
I remember, I remember,
Where I used to swing,
At that time, I thought air had wings,
Floating like a flying swallow;
My mind was as light as a feather at that time,
Now my heart is so heavy,
Cool pool water in summer
My forehead is hard to get a fever down!
I remember, I remember,
Fir trees are black and tall;
I used to think that their slender tops
Close to the sky:
This is naive ignorance,
But now it's not happiness
Know that I am getting farther and farther away from heaven
More than when I was young.
I remember, I remember,
That tall fir tree is lush;
Its slender treetops.
I always think I am close to the sky;
This is the innocence of children,
But now I know,
I am getting farther and farther away from heaven,
Childhood is gone, joy is gone.