Now you are happy, now you are free
Now you can rest a while under this tree
Now, at last, your precious dream has come true
Refugee, few are as lucky as you
Haven´t you got everything, even our land?
I have got nothing but a heavy accent

Refugee, refugee, that is my lot
No one can console me, not even my God

When I can´t speak, what can I say
I have come here and here I must stay
Sometimes I wonder who´s on my side
My conscience tells me, perhaps suicide
Foreign land, foreigners, to me so unknown
For you it is different, you are at home

Loneliness, emptiness, that´s what I find
I am your guest, you are so kind
I must be grateful, I must be good
I was born a second time without childhood
Haven´t you got everything, even our land?
I have got nothing but a heavy accent