When will you show me better days, my Homeland?
Don’t let us suffer, again, the past regimes,
Don’t fear, I have no claims and no demand,
I only dare to have my tiny dreams
That your own children will love this place for ever,
Putting down roots on their fathers’ fertile land,
Giving birth to your offspring with the bright future,
But they still escape your notice, my Homeland.
You don’t cry when your sons and daughters leave you,
Flying off, like birds, to nest far away, abroad.
How do you intend to build your home anew,
Losing your successors – its sturdy facade.
Tell me how to live here without any hope
Where the sun is trying hard to break through clouds.
Like Sisyphus, we roll a huge rock up a slope,
But you take no notice of the frustrated crowds.
My poor heart beats for you, my Homeland,
But what can I do except to wait, trust, and pray?
Why do you still bury your head in the sand
When your world can only fester and decay.
When will you show me, at last, your lighter face,
When will your springs wash off our sorrow?
My Homeland - our warm, wonderful birth place -
Let me awake with life-giving hope tomorrow.