There is a round forest near Lviv.

1. There is a round forest near Lemberg,
In the middle of it there is a funeral cemetery.
There lie many beautiful Hungarian goats,
Buried by mournful Galicia.

2. My mother received a letter,
There she received the news of my death.
She can cry and cry, poor thing,
She will not fall on her son's grave.

3. My mother, do not look for me,
Because among the many, you will not find me.
There is no headstone, at the beginning of my grave,
Like a buried game, I lie.