Pohřeb zbojníkův (The Brigand’s Funeral)

Leoš Janáček (Hukvaldy, Kreis Neutitschein, Margraviate of Moravia, Empire of Austria 1854-1928 Ostrava, Moravia-Silesia, Czechoslovak Republic)
Moravian Folk Poetry in Songs, JW V/2, No. 52, Pohřeb zbojníkův (The Brigand’s Funeral)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eF3PYSLWsqo

Moravian, traditional

Ked zme šli na hody                 		When we went a-raiding,
było nás jedenást,                  		there were eleven of us,
ej bylo nás jedenást.               		hey there were eleven of us
ked zme išli z hodů,                		As we came back again,
chybovał jeden z nás.               		one of us made a mistake.

Počkajte, postojte                  		Wait, halt
v téj Nytranskéj seči,              		in that Nitran clearing,
nech sa spočítáme,                  		let's get a head count,
zme-li tady všecí.                  		see if we're all still here.

Nený tu jedného                     		One of us is missing,
kamaráda mého,                      		comrade of mine,
leží na chotári,                    		he lies upon the field,
šabla vedle neho.                   		his sabre at his side.

Kamarády moji,                      		O comrades of mine,
tu mňa nenechajte,                  		don't leave me here
mojú ostrú šablú                    		with my sharp saber
hrob mne vykopajte.                 		dig for me a grave.

Mojíma dukáty                       		With my ducats of gold
mne ho vykládajte,                  		let it be then adorned,
moju galánečku                      		my sweetheart
na pohreb volajte.                  		summon her for my funeral.