Kýho besa mi to tá stará ohyzdná striga do pohára nalála Lyrics

Na ceste bukovým lesem do húščin sem zablúdzil
Počujúc kýsi hlas, čo volal ma dál
Tváre však žádnej sem nevidzel
i pokračoval sem porastem hlbší
Tam zaraz starú strigu zočím
jak do chalupy svojej ma pozýva
vraj královsky ma pohoscí
len čo na chvílu ku nej sednem
Nuž oproboval sem koláčov makových
aj zlatavého syra do sýta
že už len vína mi do krčahu naleje
abych hoscinu spláchol
Vtom jako bych skamenel,
pohnút sa mi ni vlevo, ni vpravo nedalo
až zrána v jame sem sa prebudzil
Tam striga už ve velkém kotli vodu varila
Aby si vlastnej hosciny ze mna spravila
Však upláchnut podarilo sa mi
a vácej tým lesem nechodzím
Len občas z večera premítám
kýho besa mi to tá stará ohyzdná striga do pohára nalála

English:
WHAT THE DEUCE DID THAT OLD HIDEOUS HAG POUR INTO MY CUP
On a journey through the beechwood I strayed into the thickets
Hearing a voice calling me to walk further
But seeing no face
I carried on deeper into the bushes
Suddenly I behold an old witch in there
inviting me into her hut
for a kinglike feast
Just to sit at her side for a while
So I tasted the poppyseed cakes
and goldish cheese to heart's content
just some wine left to fill the jug with
and flush away the dinner
All at once, I felt like petrified
unable to move left or right
Only in the morning did I wake up
inside the pit
The witch boiling water to make her own feast from me
However, I managed to flee
and no more do I walk through that forest
Only sometimes during the evening I wonder
what the deuce did that old hideous hag pour into my cup