Adult folk songs

Lagyik goes on the back of the Danube

Song

1. A gentle maiden rides on the back of the Danube, ; A young monarch sits on her back. ; The girdle suits her, ; A lover kisses her between her arms. ; ; 2. It costs a skein of wheat, ; Because the wind blows it every day. ; It costs a bellyful of my heart, ; How can you be so s... Read More

A ship is coming uphill.

Song

1. A ship is coming uphill, ; Thirty-six horses are pulling it out. ; The little bird sings beautifully at the beginning, ; My lipstick is bowing down and mourning me. Read More

Should I go to Szeged for a wedding? Szeged

Song

1. I should go to a wedding in Szeged, Szeged ; They are beating iron on my outlaw hand, my hand. ; Instead of an altar, they are taking me to the gallows, they are taking me. ; They are hanging me for ten foals, twenty young bulls. ; ; 2. Tell the lords of the county, my rose, ;... Read More

Gocsej Pista is a handsome young man.

Song

1. Göcsej Pista was a handsome young man, ; His trouser belt was seven lycra. ; Poplar leaves, willow leaves, ; The wind blows them all away. ; ; 2. He also went through Kőrös, ; He also fell into the river. ; Poplar leaves, willow leaves, ; The wind blows them all away. Read More

Dry bush, roof(n)

Song

1. The bush is drying on the roof; Dry up, my sweet lover.; Dry up, wither, wither, swell, ; Stick to where you are sitting now. Read More

It's evening already, it's evening, it's evening, it's evening

Song

1. It's evening, it's evening, it's evening, it's evening, ; Jánosfalva is far, far, far away. ; My dear little angel is in it, she is in it, ; All my worries are with her, she is with her, she is with her. Read More

To the top and base of the fir tree

Song

1. At the top of the fir tree, at the base, ; The little girl cries in the lap of her old mother. but ; Don't cry, my daughter, your lover is a five-star hussar, ; You are still weak, you can wait three years. ; ; 2. When the chief physician visits me, ; My mother is weeping in t... Read More

Hair, hair, Ferenc Jóska's winter-summer blanket

Song

1. Hey, hair, Ferenc Jóska's winter-summer blanket, ; Oh, but I pulled, I pulled on myself a lot! ; But now I'm out of it, ; That fur-clad recruit is pulling, pulling. ; ; 2. What's the long summer for?* ; He's not even a young man who goes to see whores. ; And I only go to see a... Read More

Oh my God, they're always talking about me.

Song

1. Oh, my God, they always talk about me, ; I don't work, but I still make a living. ; I sneak through that dark night, night, ; Every night I really drink good wine. ; ; 2. I drink good wine, I make a fire with walnuts, ; I love a sixteen-year-old girl. ; A sixteen-year-old girl... Read More

The bottom of the twin towers in Bratislava

Song

1. The bottom of the double tower of Bratislava, that ; My fortune has been caught on it. ; May my dove be hanged, ; To whom I give a pair of scepters. ; ; 2. The triple border of Bratislava ; I myself am an outlaw in it. ; I bear the name of an outlaw, ; I suffered a lot for it.... Read More