Tears

Tears... again these bitter tears I feel,

A hopeless sorrow, heavy and real.

The darkness falls, and shattered dreams take flight,

Drifting into the endless dark of night.

What lies ahead? More pain to bear once more?

No, that's enough—I need to rest, I'm sore.

I want to forget these sad and weary sounds,

My chest is worn out, aching from the wounds.

Who's singing there beneath the birch's shade?

The tune feels familiar, like a memory made.

It's just the tears again, the same old cry,

The longing for the homeland deep inside.

But I am here, in my beloved land,

And still my heart is drowning in this sand.

Ah... it seems I'll only find some peace and rest

When I lie down in that cold grave at last.