The buds of the white roses bloom,
Come back, my Johny, from this bloody war,
/Return and kiss me, as you did ago,
I shall give thee then the fairest white rose/x2

I was laying thee, going forth to fight
Flower of white rose upon your rifle
/Before you went, my Johny, went away from here
Before you were gone, the flower had died/x2

Upon the steppe lies an impenetrable fog
The wind in grasses quietly sobs
/The winter has come, the flowers've lied down
Johny went away, and his trail is gone/x2

White roses's buds have lost their blossom
The summer has passed, the autumn, the winter's already
/What shall I give thee, my Johny, hey
When you come back from war to the girl of thine?/x2

Hey, oh girl, the uhlan died in fight
Although you'd handed him a flower of white rose
/Was dishonest the gift of thy hand
Or maybe your heart's heat had faded away?/x2

Upon the empty field the cold wind is blowing
No more shall you see your Johny, no
/The cruel death is taking bloody loot
Johny of thine is buried in grave./x2

Johny doesn't need anything no more
For the buds of roses blossom for him now
/There, near the ravine, where he fell in battle
A flower of white rose has grown on the barrow/x2

Do not sorrow, fairy maiden, no
In a polish land he shall be fine
/Counted will be his effort and pain
For the motherland fell beloved thine./x2

 

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