Adult folk songs

The waters are hesitating under the great bridge of Martos

Song

1. The waters are hesitating under the great bridge of Martos, ; The famous girls of Martos are picking lilies of the valley. ; Pick, my baby, my old baby, pick the flower, ; If you knew that you didn't love me, why did you cheat on me? ; ; 2. A warship is docked in the harbor of... Read More

A mother raises her son with milk and honey

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1. A mother raises her son with milk and honey, ; When he reaches twenty years of age, he is measured, ; Nine paramedics visit him, his mother is by his side, ; All he ever cries, cries, is that his son is a soldier. ; ; 2. Don't cry, my dear mother, that I am a soldier, ; My ros... Read More

Friends are already wearing wooden shoes when we're here.

Song

1. Friends already wear wooden shoes, ; Those who sleep with their partners live their own world, ; Behold, I, my poor orphan, sleep alone, ; Wherever I grope, I find only food. ; ; 2. I went far to get married, although I had not gone, ; My sweet, dear wife, you would have been ... Read More

A dark-haired boy knocks on my window saying good evening.

Song

1. A brown fox knocks on my window, saying good evening, ; – Give shelter, little angel, to all passengers. ; – I cannot give shelter to all kinds of passengers, ; My mother is not at home, I am alone. ; ; 2. But I will let you in because of your kind words, ; Because I, brown fo... Read More

Oh, but the water is so bad, oh, but the street in Martosi is so muddy

Song

1. Alas, but the street of Martosi is muddy, alas, but muddy, ; The young men all say, I walk proudly on it, ; They all say, they only say, I walk proudly on it, ; That's why the heels of my shoes are worn out, that's why the heels of my shoes are worn out. ; ; 2. The great barra... Read More

When I was drafted, the forest was blooming

Song

1. When I was drafted, the forest bloomed, ; My baby cried, her tears fell like a downpour, ; Her mother cries, she complains, ; Her lover was drafted, soldiers are taking him away. ; ; 2. Komárno's big barracks, but with many windows, ; But many brown little girls are doves insi... Read More

On a hill, on a hill, the little angel's house is

Song

1. On a hill is the little angel's house, on a hill is the little angel's house, ; In the middle of its yard is a trembling poplar. ; Its leaves are lacy, the language of the village speaks of me, ; The little angel is angry, she won't sit on my lap. ; ; 2. Not far from my yard i... Read More

Mother writes a letter to her soldier son

Song

1. A mother writes a letter to her soldier sons, ; Come home, my dear son, the girls are waiting for you. ; I see my beloved on the great mountains, on them, ; I turn away with tearful eyes, she mourns me. ; ; 2. A mother writes a letter to her soldier sons, ; Come home, my sweet... Read More

The Martosi to the top of the Martosi tower

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1. To the top of the Martosi, Martosi tower, ; A bird flies in pure black. ; Under its wing is that mourning letter, ; The young man from Martosi is not a soldier, just a recruit. ; ; 2. To the ditch of the Martosi, Martosi cemetery, ; I planted rosemary in its row. ; Water it so... Read More

They always talk about me in the village of Martos

Song

1. In the village of Martos they always talk about me, ; In my ear, I let it out to the wind, ; Those old, worthless people talk about me, ; That I love a little girl, I can't help it. ; ; 2. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, for that mother, ; Who raises her daughter to be... Read More