The Bratislava prison is paved with stone
Song
The Bratislava prison is paved with stone, ; But many mothers look in on it crying, ; Don't cry, mother, that's how it should be, ; From every good family, a bad one must be. ; ; I am a prisoner, I am a prisoner, because I am locked up, ; In the barred gate of the Bratislava prison. ; Brothers, relatives, but you are unfaithful, ; You visit my fate of slavery again. ; ; (To the second half of the melody) ; ; I will be free, I will not be a prisoner, ; I will return brotherly kindness.