Балада про мальви [Balada pro mal'vi] [English translation]

The mallows are slumbering close to home

lulled to sleep by the moon

But my mum will not sleep

she will always wait for me!

But my mum will not sleep

she will always wait for me!

Don't wait for me, my darling mum!

I cannot come home anymore!

In my heart I feel the mallow

thrusting forth its bleeding flowers!

Don't cry, my mum, you're not alone!

Too many mallows have been brought by war!

They murmur to me in the fall :

"Good night! Sleep now!"

Other mums still have their children,

my mum has nothing but her flowers!

They grow alone by the window

and have been sleeping for a long time!

When you leave your home at dawn

before you people will bow down,

In the meadow many mallows

touch your hands with their warm flowers!

Life is like a melody, it must go on!

And I will live for you in songs!

If my gentleness is in vain,

Forgive me, please! We share one pain!