Na horárni ve folvarku šafári rohatý jáger Lyrics

Na horárni ve folvarku šafári rohatý jáger V zeleném mundúre, rohy klobúkem skryté Silama nezemskýma oplýva i varujú sa pred ním bohabojní dzedzinčané z dolnákov Za nocí podzivné návščevy sa k nemu potulujú Fiakre s vyšnorenými milostpánmi, kerí pred rozbreskem vytracá sa Vtedy nad hájem pableskujú čudesné svetlá a počut mefistovské vresky Inakedy flundry u neho šarapacá a s dragúnama hýrá Mulatšágy a karbanícke lumpovačky stroja Kde konaky i kontušovka tečú prúdem Plemeniskem operácií okultných, nerescí a neznabožstva osamotená horáren je Vystríhaj sa, prostá duša, týchto míst Ked pekelné inteligencie sú invokované Nik nezaratuje tvoju dušu, umastenec!


A horned Jaeger governs the Gamekeeper's Lodge in the Uplands (English Translation)

A horned jaeger governs the gamekeeper's lodge in the uplands In a green uniform, his horns hidden by the hat With unearthly forces he operates and the godfearing villagers from the downlands shun away from him Strange visitors come to him at nights Fiacres with dandified noblemen who vanish before the dawn Eerie lights flash over the grove during that time and mephistophelean squalls are to be heard Otherwile, harlots frolic at his place and indulge in debauchery with dragoons Orchestrating festivities and card-player carousals where cognac and kontušovka* flows A hotbed of occult operations and blasphemies is the isolated gamekeeper's lodge Keep away from these places, simpleton When infernal intelligences are invocated Nobody will save your soul, dirty slob!
(*Kontušovka: an anise-flavoured liquor popular during the era of Austro-Hungarian Empire, which modern day Slovakia was a part of during the 19th and early 20th century.)