The sun is going down.
Song
1. The sun is going down, ; Towards the barracks. ; The children are bowing, nine hundred and ten of them. ; Towards the barracks in Bratislava. ; ; 2. My God, my God, ; What will become of me? ; They will take me as a soldier, I will leave my baby here, ; Young children are shouting at you. ; ; 3. He goes into the room, ; Sits on the iron bed. ; He bows his head sadly, sheds his tears, ; On the soldier's clothes.