I have a thousand heavy bodies around me
I have the blast of cannons still in my ears
Should I, should I cover myself with a black featherbed?
Should I rise from some cranny like the stem of a plant?
My love springs near Kateřinice
The sun caresses blue grapes from the vineyard
Over the mountain, over the tall mountain,
under my skies, fresh bread turns golden
Over the rapid river under my skies,
soft moss grows, moss, moss,
soft moss grows, moss, moss
I can still smell your scent from the pillows
I keep begging God to bring you back
My love springs near Kateřinice
The sun caresses blue grapes from the vineyard
Over the mountain, over the tall mountain,
under my skies, fresh bread turns golden
Over the rapid river under my skies,
soft moss grows, moss, moss,
soft moss grows, moss, moss,
soft moss grows, moss, moss,
soft moss grows, moss, moss