Текст песни Американка - Позабыт-позаброшен

There in the garden at the valley
The nightingale sang loudly
And I, a boy, in a foreign land
Forget the people.

Forgotten
From a young young age,
I was left an orphan,
I do not have happiness.

Who has relatives
Sometimes they will nail
And everyone hurt me,
And for all I'm a stranger

Here I die, I die
Will bury me
And no one will know
Where is my grave.

And no one will know
And no one will come.
Only early spring
Nightingale will sing.

Sings and prowls
And fly away again,
My poor grave
Lonely worth it.

There, in the garden at the valley,
The nightingale sang loudly
And I, a boy, in a foreign land
Forget about people