When a deep night comes
And it’s getting dark…
I dream of a faraway country
That’s always in my heart.
Oh, Britain, I’m impressed with you!
Your gardens, parks and splendid views,
Your customs and fantastic sights
To look at which is such delight!
Vast plains, romantic valleys and green hills,
Innumerable roaring mountain streams,
The murmur of the growing spring leaves…
They always give me such relief.
Wonderful verses and brilliant songs,
Changeable weather and thick fogs,
Various accents and fish and chips,
Terraced houses, quiet suburbs and busy streets…
I’ve always dreamt to roam parks and squares,
To take part in important political affairs,
To have with native speakers talks
To look at a British red phone box.
My heart is full of splendid dreams
About the land I’d like to see…
The land of prominent inventors and explorers,
Great warriors, dreamers, preachers and poets.