Oh, my son
You remember mother only vaguely
A benevolent shadow over the crib
Your memories begin too late
I listen for the flutter of angels' wings
Hopefully I will know how to find her
Don't mind me
I moved our home like a gypsy tent
My baby talk smelled of wine
I gave her things away
Every holiday passed in silence
I couldn't escape myself
Everything stopped, only life went by
Oh, my son, her blue eyes
The day has come for you to join the army
Strange feasts are celebrated in these parts
Oh my son, how can I let you go
You're all that I have left of her
Where are you going with those thick eyelashes
Life really doesn't know when it's enough, hey
Just listen to them
That go to sleep with a war cry
They sing praises to daggers
They sing, and then they run away
The times have turned from bad to worse
They gave the upper hand to the worst
Oh, my son
Daddy will buy you bagpipes
A guitar with a mother-of-pearl bridge
Girls will bud in front of our house
Let dust hang over the street
When the skirt battalion is on the march
Everything stopped, only life went by
Oh my son, her blue eyes
The day has come for you to join the army
Rabble-rousers are having a ball
Oh my son, those are all scoundrels
I won't let go off my bunch of forget-me-nots
Listen, kid, stick to your old man
You weren't made for this misery and sorrow, damn.