Dwa plus jeden - Kołysanka matki

Sleep, dream, my dear son, on a distant field
May your young legs, as you march, never feel the pain.
(or May your young legs, from a long march, never be in pain )
May your young head to the enemy ever be unknown
Sleep, dream, my dearest, like a hare beneath the hedge

Sleep, dream, of something sweet, of what a soldier needs
Warm nights, tough shoes, or a chunk of bread
Sleep, dream, until the morn, of something even sweeter
Of soldiers returning, each one homeward bound

Sleep, dream, oh my son in a distant land
May you feel there as you did amongst your kin
Sleep, dream, until the morn, of something even sweeter
A warm wool coat and bacon in your barley soup

Sleep, dream, something sweet, of what a soldier needs
Warm nights, tough shoes, or a chunk of bread
Sleep, dream, until the morn, of something even sweeter
Of soldiers returning, each one homeward bound

Sleep, dream, that you may heal that which pains you
So that you could finish fighting and return to your kin

Sleep, dream, of something sweet, of what a soldier needs
Warm nights, tough shoes, or a chunk of bread
Sleep, dream, until the morn, of something even sweeter
Of soldiers returning, each one homeward bound