Adult folk songs

All the way through Csalomija

Song

1. All the way, all the way, all the way through Csalmija. ; Three hussars are going through the village, ; Isn't that right, my baby, how they sit in the saddle', ; Like wheat in the black earth'. ; ; 2. All the way, all the way through Csalmija. ; A rose blooms in every little ... Read More

Into the forest, into the forest

Song

1. Into the forest, into the forest, ; Into the rosemary forest, ; My boots with the lagos soles have come loose, my baby, ; Into the great search. ; ; 2. Don't look for your horse, ; It's already been driven in ; To the judge's yard in Béná, my baby, ; The bell rings on it. ; ; ... Read More

The church in Selestyén is currently being built.

Song

1. Hey, they're building the church in Szelestyényi, ; Nine little girls are carrying the tin, ; Nine little girls, nine brown eyes, ; Hey, each with her lover. ; ; 2. Hey, sly, sly, sly, I was born to be a fool, ; I wasn't raised by a real mother, ; Neither sweet nor that stepmo... Read More

If I reach into the pocket of my little love

Song

If I reach into the pocket of my little bag, ; Alas, there are few five-forint bills in it. ; I choose a colt from the stud. ; And you, merchant, give me the bill for it. Read More

Dark cloud moving across the blue sky

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A dark cloud wanders across the blue sky, ; I have no place to stay in this land, ; That is written on the wandering clouds, ; God be with you, my homeland, forever. Read More

I have traveled around the Pádár region three times.

Song

I have traveled around the Pádár region three times, ; The most famous young men in the world live there, ; Yet when that outlaw boy walks down the street late at night, ; Every Pádár girl looks at him curiously. Read More

Oh, but the wheels of the steam train are turning nicely

Song

1. Alas, the steam-cart's wheels turn beautifully, ; When the interior is full of recruits, ; A little brown girl says to the leader, crying, ; Will he bring back my dear lover? ; ; 2. You can't bring back your lover, little girl, ; And when he has served those three little years... Read More

I was still sixteen at the time.

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1. I was still sixteen years old then, ; When I had already learned to steal foals, ; I stole the quiet horse, ; I loved the most beautiful girl. ; ; 2. It is raining, there is a lot of mud at the gate, ; The tracks of the stolen horse are visible, ; Come, my baby, you sweep away... Read More

I'll tell my boss on Saturday night.

Song

1. On Saturday evening I will tell my master, ; He should find another coachman for himself, ; I will tie my shirt and trousers into the bundle, ; The bill has come, great America awaits me. ; ; 2. I pity my homeland, my small village, ; But I have no more place to stay in it, ; ... Read More

Clouds are towering here and there from Losonc

Song

1. From here and there, from Losonc, the clouds are towering, ; The tree-tree says, 'I can't find a lover,' ; But what's the use, if I can't love the young men, ; Tear my heart into a hundred pieces, if you can. ; ; 2. From here and there, from Losonc, the clouds are towering, ; ... Read More