I am locked in the barracks in Bratislava, alone.
Song
1. The Bratislava barracks, I am locked in the cell by myself, ; The Bratislava barracks, I am locked in the cell by myself. ; Sergeant, open the door, or I will kick the door out right away! ; I see my baby there, may grief not break my baby's heart. ; ; 2. The Bratislava cemetery, the grave of the seventy-seven-year-old is the first in it, ; The Bratislava cemetery, the grave of the seventy-seven-year-old is the first in it. ; Next to her grave are six little girls, a wide ribbon on her wrist, ; Between them is my rose, three gold rings shine on her finger.