Вот, опять вернулся в родное село, Попутным ветром опять занесло. И детство вспомнить своё я смогу, Забыть его я не могу. Здесь отдыхает родная душа И
sky Sleeping village, cockerels cry Soft breeze blowing in the trees peace of mind, feel at ease Красное солнце поднимается в небе Спящая деревня
furusato wa itsumo tooku soshite chikaku kokoroni watashi ga yuku sakizaki tsuzuku michi ni miru yume sekai no hateni utsukushiku itsumademo furusato
Le vent s'engouffre dans ma valise Et sur ma route il y a des trous J'ai vu tant de rues, j'ai vu tant d'eglises Mais les plus belles etaient chez nous
Around the strangers moved, the shouts I felt within New panoramas seen (I loved it as it was). Forests of pylons built, the scaffolding is raised
Red sun rising in the sky Sleeping village, cockerel's cry Soft breeze blowing in the trees Peace of mind, feel at ease
Sie: Ich bin vom Land ein dralles Kind wie so die Bauernmädel sind. Er: Ihr Karl ist auch vom derben Schlag. Er rackert sich den ganzen Tag. Sie:
Si tu es ne dans une cite HLM Je te dedicace ce poeme En esperant qu'au fond de tes yeux ternes Tu puisses y voir un petit brin d'herbe Et les mans faut
No need to worry Folks in a hurry Leave them behind you No one can find you House in the country House in the country All the relaxin' Will soon fill
I found me a pulse I found me a pulse And I came to the Screaming city baby I found me a pulse... I bought me some clothes I bought me some clothes And
Die Hebamm is schon da heut nacht wird's soweit sein die Bäuerin is ruhig es geht ihr gut der Bauer steht im Weg sie lächeln ihn aus der Stuben
I turn the spotlights on the people Switch the dial and eat the worm Take your chances, kill the engine Drop your bombs and let it burn White flags shot
I can see you're bleeding from your laugh You tried to stop it with an axe You fill the holes with Styrofoam You drive your hammer with a nail Plastic
I saw three ships a sailin' in from across the sea Strangers ne'er were welcome but for curiosity But come they did and when they did, ready they did
Don't shed a tear for me, I stand alone This path of destiny is all my own Once in the hands of fate there is no choice An echo on the wind, you'll hear
Good morning I see you There on the phone Good morning I see you Dead on the throne Like a dragonfly with stone wings, stone wings I sing I tell you
Lady love your countryside Your motorways are very nice Come and get your Aerosols And help me paint up paradise Let's get messed up boy Messed up good
Words and Music by Eula Parker (peak Billboard position # 7 in 1959-60) I've traveled far, the land and the sea Beautiful places I happened to be One