
The Cowboy’s Lament
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As I walked out in the streets of Laredo,
Ko sem hodil po ulicah Lareda,
As I walked out in Laredo one day,
Ko sem nekega dne hodil po Laredu,
I spied a poor cowboy wrapped up in white linen,
Opazil sem ubogega kavboja, zavitega v belo platno,
Wrapped up in white linen as cold as the clay.
Ovit v belo platno, mrzlo kot glina.
"Oh, beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly,
Oh, bij boben počasi in igraj piščal nežno,
Play the Dead March as you carry me along;
Igraj žalostni marš, ko me nosiš;
Take me to the green valley, there lay the sod o'er me,
Odnesi me v zeleno dolino, tam me pokrij z zemljo,
For I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong."
Ker sem mlad kavboj in vem, da sem naredil narobe.
"I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy,"
"Vidim po tvoji opravi, da si kavboj,"
These words he did say as I boldly stepped by.
Te besede je izrekel, ko sem pogumno stopil mimo.
"Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story;
Pridi, sedi poleg mene in poslušaj mojo žalostno zgodbo;
I was shot in the breast and I know I must die."
Ustrelili so me v prsi in vem, da moram umreti.
"Go write a letter to my gray-haired mother,
"Pojdi in napiši pismo moji sivolasi materi,"
And carry the same to my sister so dear;
In ga nesi moji dragi sestri;
But not a word of this shall you mention
Ampak o tem ne boš rekel niti besede.
When a crowd gathers round you my story to hear."
Ko se zbere množica okoli tebe, da sliši mojo zgodbo.
"It was once in the saddle I used to go dashing,
"Ko sem bil nekoč v sedlu, sem jezdil z energijo,
It was once in the saddle I used to go gay;
Nekoč sem v sedlu jezdil veselo;
First to the dram-house, then to the card-house,
Najprej v krčmo, nato v igralnico,
Got shot in the breast, I am dying today."
Ustrelili so me v prsi, danes umiram.
"Get six jolly cowboys to carry my coffin;
"Priskrbi šest veselih kavbojev, da bodo nosili mojo krsto;
Get six pretty maidens to bear up my pall.
Priskrbi šest lepih deklet, da bodo nosile moj pogrebni prt.
Put bunches of roses all over my coffin,
Daj šopke vrtnic po vsej moji krsti,
Put roses to deaden the clods as they fall."
Daj vrtnice, da ublažijo grude, ko padejo.
We beat the drum slowly and played the fife lowly,
Počasi smo tolkli po bobnu in tiho igrali na piščal.
And bitterly wept as we bore him along;
In bridko smo jokali, ko smo ga nosili;
For we all loved our comrade, so brave, young, and handsome,
Ker smo vsi ljubili našega tovariša, tako pogumnega, mladega in lepega,
We all loved our comrade although he'd done wrong.
Vsi smo imeli radi našega tovariša, čeprav je storil narobe.