Dance song
Chickpeas
Song
1. Chickpeas, wild lentils, ; Black-eyed maiden, ; Now God has given them into my hands, ; Now I am going with them as I please.
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Hey Round Round Round
Song
1. Hey, Kereki, Kereki, Kereki, ; Brown girl come out, come out, ; Now they are escorting your dear baby, ; Those naughty dog gendarmes. ; ; 2. Thin thread, cumin seed, cumin seed, ; Alas, but you are a proud lad, you are a lad, ; You are a debtor to the village, you are a debtor...
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How is the chick?
Song
1. How is the chick? How is the price? ; What do you ask, what is the price, ; I'll cut it into his hand.
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Denka grapes are sweet.
Song
1. A grapevine, but sweet, ; This little girl, but painful. ; She is so tall, ; Her dove is a brown leg. ; ; 2. A red apple, a cob, ; My lipstick is a wound on her mouth. ; It needs a healing agent, ; If she still wants a kiss.
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How is the chick doing?
Song
How is the chick, how is it? ; I'll tell you, ; The chick costs a hundred forints, ; I'll cut it into pieces.
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Once, once, once already
Song
Once, once, once already, ; The donkey chased me. ; Biting, biting, ; And then the butterman. ; ; No, cake, no, no, no, ; Don't tempt me, come in. ; Biting, biting, ; And then the butterman. ; ; Bighorn biting, ; The fireman ran down. ; Biting, biting, ; And then the butterman.
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Small potatoes are useless
Song
Small potatoes are no use, ; Come back, little one. ; The little one is my lily, ; Inside is my lice. ; ; Don't be a patty, no, no, no, ; Don't tempt me, come in. ; God-given slut, ; But the patty is good.
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I am Varga.
Song
I am Varga, ; I sew boots. ; I sew boots in such a way, ; So that they don't get stuck in the mud. ; I am Varga.
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My horse is lost.
Song
1. My horse is lost, ; In the lemon tree forest, ; My boots are worn out ; In search of a horse. ; ; 2. I am looking for a horse, ; It is already locked, ; In the court of a famous judge ; The bell on it is ringing. ; ; 3. //: I know my horse, ; The bell on it is ringing, ; I kno...
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Well-branched beekeeper
Song
1. Well-branched bee-eater; Broken bucket; I climb the tree like an apple; I won't give my rose to the world. ; ; 2. A small rose tree; There are a hundred roses on it; There goes the young man's shooting-door; He lures the girls with it. ; ;
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