Oh, Meniska, my darling girl,
You are wounded on the war ground;
Your sword always gleams like diamonds,
And your shield still shines at nighttime.

Chorus:
Meniska, Meniska, you are brave;
You show might and pride on foreign soil,
Fighting hard without surrendering.
Meniska, Meniska, you are brave.

Now, darkness has fallen on you;
On the ground all alone you lie,
Waiting for me to mend your heart
And longing for the war to end.

Chorus:
Meniska, Meniska, you are brave;
You show might and pride on foreign soil,
Fighting hard without surrendering;
Meniska, Meniska, you are brave.

Oh, Meniska, my brave fighter,
Your crimson sun has not risen,
Your pretty, young moon, yet to glow,
And I, to mend your wounded heart.

Chorus:
Meniska, Meniska, you are brave;
You show might and pride on foreign soil,
Fighting hard without surrendering;
Meniska, Meniska, you are brave.

Oh, Meniska, my pretty rose,
Don’t leave me now; don’t say good bye;
I love you more than words can say,
And want to be with you always.

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