My youth is passing, other times are coming What was once is no longer there What was once is no longer there But I still remember Those meadows, those rivers Those woods and paths Old mother while laughing And the hearth as it warms me But I still remember Those meadows, those rivers Those woods and paths Old mother while laughing And the hearth as it warms me Now I have what I wanted, what I once dreamed about I should be happy, but I used to be I should be happy, but I used to be But I still remember Those meadows, those rivers Those woods and paths Old mother while laughing And the hearth as it warms me