After I saw Ylberi off
I came back in.
But then I saw his Mauser, mama
and I washed it with my tears.
Don’t go washing it with your tears, fair maiden
don’t go washing it like that.
The first year will go by , fair maiden
very much like today.
The days passed, so did the years
my heart burnt in flames.
The worries, the troubles of life
pulled us both apart.
Damn them all Ylber,
the years you had to emigrate.
Separating mother and son, Ylber
separating husband and wife.
Picked up the yarn, went out to the yard
to knit socks as I do
anxious, as I knitted along
into tears I broke.
O, dear Ylber
did you forget about me perhaps ?
Damn them all Ylber
the years you had to emigrate !