A little bird landed on a dry branch
Singing
1. A little bird landed on a dry branch, ; Don't grieve my heart, brown girl, ; Don't grieve, because I'm going to the battlefield, ; A Romanian bullet pierces my heart. ; ; 2. They'll only visit me in Nitra, ; There I'll walk in front of the doctor, ; –, Doctor, don't visit me too much, ; My lover's heart is weak, don't hurt.