Over there in the garden

Over there in the garden, over there by the fence,

violets are blooming, by day and by night.

And the birds in the trees, they are singing with joy:

'Why go to far places, why over the sea?'

Should I have to wander, I'd think of my home,

and cry for my homeland, with burning hot tears.

No sky is so blue and no sunshine so bright,

as the sun of my home, which I never shall leave.