Stanisław Moniuszko - Kozak

There is a sycamore maple on a mountain far away
A sycamore maple as green as green can be
In a far away land a young man is dying, is dying
A young Cossack boy
'I am dying, I am dying in a far away land
The death is closing my eyes
Please, my sweetheart, go to my dear mother
And tell her about this'

The mother came, the mother came
Sweet mother came
She turned her pale face
Towards her dear boy
'And now you see, my little lad
My dear child!
You have listened neither to your father nor your mother
And your life became as it is'

'My mother, please, please
Bury me in a good way
Ring all bells
Play the organ
And do not let the graveyard folk
Bury me
But let only the true Ukrainian Cossacks
Help with the burial'