Priletel pták milej pod oblokom,
Zaklopal jej: „Spiš milá, či čuješ
Preš mi dvere neotvoriš?

Vítaj milý z ďalekej krajiny
Výkladaj mi zlie, dobrie noviny
Jako sa ti v svete vedlo.”

„Zle, sa vedlo sivá holubečka
Porubali moje biele telo,
Porubali, posekali.”

The bird flew onto my sweetheart’s window.
He knocked to her: “Are you sleeping dear, do you hear me?
Why don’t you open the door for me?

I am coming from a distant land
To bring you news from your friend
Who sends word about his fate.”

“Weep for me, my little dove,
They cut my white body,
They cut me, they mowed me down.”