The village is fenced in.
Song
1. The village is fenced in, ; Yet they take me out of it. ; I leave such a beautiful little girl in it, ; My heart aches for her to death. ; ; 2. Girls, girls of the Lower Silesia, ; Pick many beautiful flowers. ; Cook them for your breasts, ; Come with us to the battlefield. ; ; 3. There, where the cannons are ringing, ; Small weapons crackle. ; A sword turns over our heads, ; Our red blood flows to the ground.