Adult folk songs

The ox plows the land not for private use

Song

1. The ox plows the land not for private use, ; The father does not care for his son for private use, ; For twenty years for private use, after twenty years for another, ; The emperor serves for thirty-six months. ; ; 2. The ox plows the land not for private use, ; The mother doe... Read More

A white tower is visible from a black village

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1. A white tower is visible from a black village, ; My dear baby is playing with another creature, ; I say I don't regret it, but I still regret it, ; That I see my lover in another's arms. ; ; 2. The leaves don't rustle if the wind doesn't blow them, ; Why do I have a little gir... Read More

Someone is crying at a small well in the rocks

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1. Someone is crying at the little well in the cobblestones, ; Maybe my rose is looking for her oxen, ; Don't look for her, my dove, because she is locked up, ; The bell on it rings at the judge in Gyula. ; ; 2. I knew the bell, I had it in my hand, ; I bought it at the Gyula fai... Read More

The song of the bridal dance

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Hummed: Tam-ta-ra-ra... Read More

Bring it, God bring it.

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Bring it, God, bring it, ; New Year's Day, ; I won't say it anymore, ; Chiribiri Mishka. Read More

Komárom prison is paved with stone

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1. The prison of Komárom is paved with stone, ; My godmother went there crying, ; Don't cry, my godmother, that's how it should be, ; In every good family there must be one bad one. ; ; 2. Where I walk, even the trees cry, ; Their falling leaves all cry for me, ; Fall, leaves, hi... Read More

I'll plow the Martosi street, baby.

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1. I will plow up, my baby, the street of Martosi, ; I will sow red-eyed wheat in it, ; I will grow pure red-eyed wheat in it, ; Next summer, my baby, we will harvest it in two. ; ; 2. In the fall, my baby, the black grapes will ripen, ; You are not, my baby, a true lover, ; Forg... Read More

Black steamer, oh my, but it ran nicely

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1. Black steamer, oh, but it ran beautifully, ; When I brought it to the Highlands, ; Black steamer, take me back to my homeland, ; Hey, let the little angel carry it on his shoulders. ; ; 2. Oh, but I'm soaking wet, cold, tired, ; When I left the Highlands, ; It occurred to me t... Read More

Love love damned torment

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1. My love, my love, my cursed torment, ; Why didn't you produce me on every treetop, ; On every treetop, on the leaves of the cedar, ; So that every poor young man would have torn you off. ; ; 2. I already torn you off, but I ran away, ; I ran after you, but I couldn't catch you... Read More

I'm going to the carpenter to have a headboard made.

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1. I'll go to the carpenter to make a headboard, ; In golden letters I'll write my name on it, ; In golden letters I'll write, my baby, bye, ; Here lies the faded flower of my love. Read More