He Lies in the American Land

Andrew Kovaly, 1900

English

1. "You, my wife, stay here till you hear from me.
When you get my letter put everything in order,
Mount a raven black steed, a horse like the wind,
Fly across the ocean to join me here."


2. But when she arrived in this strange land,
Here in McKeesport this valley,
This valley of fire,
Only his grave, his blood did she find.
Over it bitterly she cried:

3. "Ah my husband, what have you done to this family of yours?
What can you say to these children,
to these children you orphaned?"
"Tell them, my wife, not to wait for me,
Tell them I lie here in the American land."

Slovak

1. Jase vracim kecme nezabije,
lem ti cekaj odomne novinu.
Jak ot domne novinu dostanes,
sicko sebe doporjatku prines,
sama sednes navraneho kona
atak pridzes draha duso moja.

2. Ajak vona do McKeesport prisla,
to us muza zivoho nenasla;
lem totu krev co znoho kapkala
atak nadnu, prehorko plakala.

3. "Ej muzumoj co zesi ucinil,
zesi tote dzeci ozirocil!"
"Povic zeno tej mojej siroce,
zeja lezim utej Americe;
povic zeno najme necekaju,
boja lezim v Americkim kraju."


 

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