Early in the morning I think of my baby

1. My baby comes to mind early, ; I sadly take my weapon in my hand, ; I sadly take my weapon in my hand, in my hand, ; My tears fall like a shower on the ground. ; ; 2. Oh, my God, where will I die, ; Where will my red blood flow, ; My grave will be on a Serbian battlefield, my grave, ; I will tell my baby not to cry.