The steamer is going down.

The steamer is going down, ; The smoke of Bodor is going up. ; There sits a fur-clad recruit, ; His eyes are full of tears. ; ; Don't cry for me, my baby, ; Don't shed a tear for me. ; I've cried for a hug anyway, ; The life of a bandit is over. ; ; I got pants in my chest, ; A coat in Terezin. ; A small bayonet on my left side, ; One crown fifty fils a day. ; ; But I didn't pay that, ; I reported it to Masaryk. ; Masaryk, my dear, says, ; One crown fifty fils a day. ; ; Stop, you old bearded one, ; You don't regret a little. ; We'll lay down our weapons, ; We'll go home, hug our loved ones.