Wandering song

Come! one more drink of sparkling wine!

Adieu now, you loved ones! we must part.

Adieu now, you mountains and you, my parental home!

I've got a powerful desire to go out into the world.

The sun, it does not linger in the sky;

it is driven to go across land and sea.

The wave does not cling to one shore;

storms rage with power across the country.

With hastening clouds, the bird there flies,

and sings in distant lands its native song.

So is a young man driven to go through woods and fields,

to match his mother, the wandering world.

Birds greet him familiarly over the sea;

they have flown here from the fields of his homeland;

the scent of flowers is familiar to him:

they have been driven here from his homeland by the winds.

The birds who know his parental home;

the flowers that he grew for bouquets for his love;

and Love, who follows him: they are all close by,

so he is always at home in the most distant land.