Uwoz mamo roz
(Tell me, mother)

Polish, Kurpie

Uwoz mamo roz,
komu córke dos.
Nie daj ze ji za lada jekigo,
jej urody zol.

Bo jej uroda
jek bystra woda.
Prawe licko jej sie zrunieniło
jek pólno róza.

Bo pólno róza
roz do roku kście.
Cianskoć temu syrcoziu mojemu,
chto kogo nie chce.

A chto kogo chce,
na strónie stoi.
Skorz go, Boze, ach mój Mocny Boze,
Chto na mnie nastoi.
Tell me, mother,
to whom will you pass your daughter?
You should not give her to a random one;
don't you let her beauty be wasted.

Because her beauty
is like a wild river.
Her kindly face blushed,
like a field rose.

Because a field rose
blooms once a year.
It's hard for my heart,
to not be wanted by one.

And the one who desires,
stands aside.
Punish the one, God, oh my mighty God,
who wants to hurt me.