The lady killed you
She put him in the garden
She planted the trees there
Grow tall, high, high, fast
Under the window hey, under the window deep
The pipe reached the window
Your lady was crying
Look out into the black forest, girl
is anyone coming to us
They are eating here, gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen
Hey, the dead man, the dead man's brothers
They came to the gate
They asked about my brother
We are going from the war
We don't know anything about my brother
I don't know where he was, where he was, where he was going
To the war hey, he was supposed to go to war
Why is there so much blood here
On the skrzewiczek's knife
What kind of blood is that in the hall
On a handkerchief in the pocket
The girl was cutting the chicken, cutting it , she was cutting
Krewka, hey, little shrimp, she's done some work
Sit on the carriage with us
Let's go to distant lands
They went beyond the forests
And there they tore strips off her