My countryside, you gave me everything you had. The sweet perfume of roses and the smell of baking bread. The black-tailed swallow on the wing and the village school so old. Your summerdays were blazing hot and your winters icy cold. Where the church-bells still ring and the nightingales sing, where we spent our youth so long ago. Where we played in the park and we kissed in the dark, I will always stay here where I belong. Where the church-bells still ring and the nightingales sing, I will always be here, even dead and gone. How I recall, our childhood passed away. Messin' around the backyard, hide and seek we used to play. My pockets full of jellybeans that felt like bars of gold. Your summerdays were blazing hot and your winters icy cold.