At the Bratislava railway station
Song
1. At the Bratislava railway station,
Three steamers smoke on a track.
The first one, alas, but its chimney smokes,
They will take me to the Russian battlefield.
2. My baby's arms, her arms,
They don't want to bend, bend.
She has to bend, write a letter,
If she wants to hug, kiss.
3. My baby's pink skirt,
The dew has settled on the bottom.
Come, my rose, take the dew off it,
The heavy sorrow from my poor heart.
Three steamers smoke on a track.
The first one, alas, but its chimney smokes,
They will take me to the Russian battlefield.
2. My baby's arms, her arms,
They don't want to bend, bend.
She has to bend, write a letter,
If she wants to hug, kiss.
3. My baby's pink skirt,
The dew has settled on the bottom.
Come, my rose, take the dew off it,
The heavy sorrow from my poor heart.