La Maritza

La Maritza is my river
Like the Seine is yours
But only my father
Now remembers
Sometimes, of my first ten
Years, nothing remains
Not even the poorest doll
Just an old refrain

La la la la
All the birds of my river
Sang to us about freedom
I hardly understood
But my father knew

Listen
When the horizon turned too dark
All the birds flew away
On the paths of hope
And we followed them, to Paris
Speaking: Of my first ten years
Nothing remains, nothing
Singing: Yet with eyes closed
I hear my father singing

La la la la
All the birds of my river
Sang to us about freedom
I hardly understood
But my father knew