Far East of the Sun [French translation]

There’s a sweet

summer breeze in the air,

and it’s bringing me back

to my hometown.

No more chains do I drag

on the cold ground

of that prison far east of the sun.

There’s a sweet

summer breeze in the air,

and my heart filled with joy

is now burning

'cause the wind blows me home,

I’m returning

from that prison far east of the sun.

And I wonder

if life has now changed

since I fought

in the battle for freedom

'cause the changes

how could I have seen them

from a prison far east of the sun?

There were many like me,

why not free them

from their prison

far east of the sun?

I fought for what I believed in

'cause if ones heart is not looking for the truth,

his eyes will never see a real beauty

and no matter how desperate my future looked,

no Siberian chains could capture

or destroy my Russian soul,

for absence made my heart grow stronger

in my prison far east of the sun.

There’s a sweet

summer breeze in the air,

even sweeter

than I can remember.

It’s the end

of eternal December

and the perfume of roses I smell.

Oh, I can see

all the smiles warm and tender,

I have come

to my heaven through hell.

• Artist:Helmut Lotti