Jar - Zaszumiała ciemna jodła

The dark fir hummed
At midnight restless,
The young white man became sad
Before the grim war.
And he became sad, bored
Over his hard fate;
My brothers, though you are someone else's,
Do my will.
Get your horse with all your armor
I'll sit down and eat
Before he will take the army out to fight
The light of the aurora is pale.
Be sick at least once under me,
Fear your gray horse,
Let my mother hear
Until there in your outback.
She heard and sighed
She cried hard;
Why am I not a cuckoo,
I flew!
A young white man has fallen in battle,
And on Sunday morning
In clean grass and turf
He was buried.
The cuckoo has flown,
She sat down over the turf;
Pass it, pass it, my dear son,
Even the right hand.
I'd like to give you both
But I can't go out;
Cool earth, yellow sand
They collapsed the road.