The sun is shining on the Komárom line

The sun is shining on the Komárno draft board, ; The visiting lords have come. ; One is looking at the state of my weak body, ; Another is looking at the sadness of my heart. ; ; Assistant clerk of Komárno, come out, ; The draft board will issue my letter. ; Only let it be written on the back, ; I will not be the fool of the republic. ; ; * * * ; ; The sun is shining on the Komárno draft board, ; The visiting lords have come. ; Let the chief physician visit, ; So that my lover's heart may be broken. ; ; My mother, but sweet milk is good too, ; Since you raised me as a soldier. ; I have lost, my dear son, your race, ; I will no longer raise soldiers.