So far away from my home, sweet home Day by day, from land to land I roam Though told by the wind which way to go, Oh, how I long for my home, sweet home.
Boaðe ruoktot alot go dan dovtat tuski Boaðe ruoktot alot go dan dovtat vaivui Du ruoktu vuordà du alot Du ruoktu vuordà du alot
Fragrant blossoms blooming far away Do my folks see them as I did long ago? Are they still joyful? Are they young at heart? Will I see them again as I did that day?
Bearaš, ushbat Ruoktu, muitut Dat ca goassige Vajaldahtc du
How far I've come from my childhood home! There will come a time when my troubles are gone, And when I shall not be all alone Till then, I dream of my home, sweet home.
Meahcci, čàcit, Albmi, eana: Dat buot vurdet du Dat buot vurdet du.