[translation of the Slovak folk song "Po doline tichý vetrík veje"]


Over the valley, the quiet wind is blowing,
The sun is smiling behind the hills,
But my face had to start crying;
It has no one to smile for as it wills

O blow, wind! there's a reason you blow
In my heart, heavy pain is there to shout
Heavy pain and misery together grow;
Spring winds won't manage to blow them out

Bloom, bloom, violet— tiny and sweet!
In just half a year you won't be around
I, too, have bloomed, but my flower is beat,
Lowering its pained head to the ground

Without the flower, why be there spring?
This world can neither comfort me nor save
Only a dark grave that comfort can bring;
Nothing hurts anymore in a dark grave