Pod telgártom
V tej doline
Čierny havran
Vodu pije
Vodu pije
Veľkom žiali
Že mu jeho milá
V cudzom kraji
And her feet so light
Call her a fragile foe
When a genius sighned her precious air
Perilous earthquakes
The tongue would be her shepherd
To pronounce herself from everything
Even life her own
The wings of vowels
Spoken gray
Never to describe
How much it once
Brought ache
Kto ju videl
Povedzte mu
Čierne srdce
Potešte mu