The beautiful moonlight shone on the barracks yard
Song
The beautiful moonlight shone in the barracks yard, ; A thirteen-year-old soldier's horse on its iron bed. ; Even the moon sheds tears on the farewell horse, ; God bless the mountainous, valley-lined border of the city of Bratislava. ; ; God bless, my little angel, I'm going on vacation, ; I'm sorry, my little angel, I can't come to you today. ; Happy vacation will soon be over for us, ; I'm going home, hugging my baby's slender waist. ; ; I don't dare to walk down Széplak Street in Bratislava, ; Because the brunette girls say I'm looking for a lover. ; I don't need it, I already have a little brunette with dark eyes, ; Her hair curls from her right shoulder to her left shoulder.