Sehnsucht "Das Lied der Taiga" English translation
von Alexandra

Longing is an old song of the taiga,
That my mother sang even back then.
Longing lay in the play of the balalaika,
When it sounded in the evening in front of the house.

And today only short dreams remain of it,
That often arise before me in long nights,
And a thousand fears that I might miss
The chance to see the beloved taiga once more.


Longing is the many hot tears
And the hope that swings in the heart.
Longing still lies in the tones
In the evening when the old song resounds.

Da-dada-da-da-dadada-dei
Da-dada-da-da-dadada-dei

The endless steppes and the deep forests,
That often appear before me like gray shadows,
Misty rivers, dew-covered fields,
I want to see them all once, once again.

Longing is the old song of the taiga,
That my mother sang even back then.
Longing lay in the play of the balalaika,
When it sounded in the evening in front of the house.