La Maritza

Maritza is my river
Like the Seine is yours
But only my father
Now remembers
Sometimes

Of my first ten years
I have nothing left
Not even the poorest doll
Nothing but a little old refrain
La la la la

All the birds of my river
Sang to us about freedom
I hardly understood
But my father, he knew
How to listen

When the horizon turned too dark
All the birds flew away
On the paths of hope
And we followed them
To Paris

Of my first ten years
There is nothing left, nothing

And yet with eyes closed
I hear my father singing
This refrain
La la la la