The car whistles as it starts to go.
Song
The machine whistles as it starts, ; It will stop in the Czech Republic. ; My engineer, stop the machine, ; Let me hug, let me kiss my lover. ; ; They are looking for, looking for my baptismal certificate, ; Not even the priest can find it. ; May the republic find it, ; Who enlisted me for eighteen months. ; ; I will close, close my little barred gate, ; They will no longer trample my yard. ; I will plant carnations, marjoram, ; They will no longer trample, no longer trample its weak branch. ; ; Galicia, Romania is covered in mourning, ; The good God has covered it in mourning. ; Let the whole world be covered, ; No one should hug, no one should kiss my baby.