Την ώρα που ο λεβέντηςστον πόλεμο κινούσεη αγαπημένη του έκλαιγεκαι τον παρακαλούσε:
Μακριά στη μάχη σαν βρεθείςκαλέ μου, έχε το νου σουφυλάξου από τη μάνητακι απ’ το σπαθί του οχτρού σου.
Μπροστά πολύ μην προχωρείςπίσω μην απομένειςμπροστά φωτιά, πίσω φωτιάκαταμεσής να μένεις.
Μονάχα ξέρει ο μεσιανόςνα τρέξει να πηδήξεικι αυτός μονάχα σπίτι τουμια μέρα θα γυρίσει.
While the brave manWas heading for the warHis darling was cryingAnd begging him:
When you find yourself away, in battleMy dear, be carefulProtect yourself from the furyAnd from the sword of your enemy.
Don't walk too far aheadAnd don't stay behindFire in front, fire on the backStay in the middle.
Only the man in the middleKnows how to jumpAnd only he, will one dayCome back home.
Nell'ora in cui il prodesi muoveva per la guerrapiangeva la sua amatae lo pregava così:
- Quando ti troverai lontano in battagliaamato mio, tienilo bene a menteproteggiti dalla furiae dalla spada del nemico.
Troppo avanti non andareindietro non rimaneredavanti fuoco, dietro fuocoben in mezzo devi restare.
Solo chi sta nel mezzo sacorrere e saltaree solo quello alla sua casaun bel giorno tornerà.