There is a smell of lemon in my land
Floating in the air on the street
It wraps you up until
Like a breath and a magic
It leaves you.
In the light of one evening in spring
I left
Carrying inside me
The spell of a story that never ended
- Still you, my love
This smell is nothing but my home
That caresses me and sweeps me away
Together with happiness
The song of youth that won't leave me any more
As the last gift.