Letras

Stójí šohaj pod naším okénkem,
tuká na mna svým zlatým prsténkem:
puste na ven, má mamicko dobrá,
pujdu k nemu na dve, na tri slova.
Má mamicko, prosím vás pro Boha,
už sem mu aj pérecko uvila;
jak mu svedcí za jeho klobúckem,
jak mé lícko s jeho pravým líckem.
Translation:
There’s a young man just outside our window
tapping with his golden ring, calling me.
My mother, my dearest, please let me go,
go out to him for just two words or three.
Mother mine, for God’s sake, just let us chat,
I have made for him a posy so sweet;
how well it will look tucked into his hat,
just as our cheeks will fit when we can meet.
Written by: Leoš Janáček
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