Soldier's Song

The Bratislava goat is doing well.

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1. The buck from Bratislava has a good job, ; His horse doesn't give a damn about hay or oats. ; He has a hundred and twenty sharps stuffed in his calf, ; Little angel, I'm a soldier for you. ; ; 2. Little angel, I wasn't a soldier yet, ; I swore an oath several times at Ablakid.... Read More

Barracks Barracks

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1. Barracks, barracks, ; Not the house of God. ; But many a blonde, brown, red girl ; Has her baby wither inside. ; ; 2. Wither, my baby, wither, ; Because you are not mine. ; For as long as you were mine, ; You were a blooming red rose. Read More

To the court of the Republic

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1. A sprawling walnut tree stands in the courtyard of the Republic. ; My golden-haired little gelding stands saddled under it. ; Its bridle is shiny, my baby's tiny mouth is kissable. ; I bow my sad head on the embracing arm of my rose. ; ; 2. I wrote a letter to the Republic its... Read More

The copper bell of Kiskósút rang.

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1. The copper bell of Kiskósút has rung, ; Three white wild pigeons are pulling it. ; Those sad poems are pulling it, ; They are taking the children of the tenth grade away. ; ; 2. Come, girls, let's dress in white, ; Let's go to the funeral home. ; Let's kick in the door of the ... Read More

When the chief physician visited me

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1. When the chief physician visited me, ; My little angel wept at the gate. ; Don't cry, my rose, I will not be a soldier, ; I will not be Masaryk's fool. ; ; 2. The rosemary branch bends in two directions, ; It leans towards the visiting room. ; But many little girls walk crying... Read More

When I'm cold

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When the chief physician visited me, Recece; My little angel wept at the door.; I cut off my shirt and pants on the floor; Because of my tears, Recece, I cannot see the gentlemen. Read More

They're cutting my curly hair on Holy Saturday

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1. On Great Saturday they cut my curly hair, ; In Bohemia they saddle my little pony. ; ; 2. If I sit on the broad back of my little pony, ; It will take me to the great Bohemia. ; ; 3. From there I write my baby a mournful letter, ; Even if her heart is made of stone, oh, hair, ... Read More

I was not born from my mother.

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1. I was not born of a mother, I was born on a rose tree, ; I was not born of a mother, I was born on a rose tree, ; On the day of red Pentecost, on the day of red Pentecost ; I was born at dawn. ; ; 2. It would have been better for me never to have been born. ; It would have bee... Read More

There is a tall acacia tree near Bratislava.

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1. There is a tall acacia tree near Bratislava, ; A Hungarian goat lies dead beneath it. ; His comrades dig his grave with lamentation, ; Back home he is mourned bitterly. ; ; 2. The moonlight shone between two trees. ; My rose combs itself in it. ; I comb my curly hair in it too... Read More

The Bratislava barracks are fenced off

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The barracks of Bratislava are fenced in. ; Three young bucks walk there. ; Let them walk in it for three years or so; Serve the emperor until they are freed. Read More