Lyrical song

Love love

Song

1. Love, love, Cursed torment, ; Why didn't you bloom on the top of every tree? ; ; 2. On the top of every tree, On the leaves of every branch, ; How could every poor young man have torn it off. ; ; 3. I tore it off too, I made it wither, ; Instead of a gentle dove I caught a Wil... Read More

You are not a girl, you are not.

Song

1. You are not a girl, you are not, You dare not kiss me, ; Maybe you think, I will not give it back. ; ; 2. I can give it back, I can kiss you, ; In a beautiful red dawn, I can kiss you. ; ; On the back cover: “I have sung, I have sung like István Balog, a resident of Nagymegyer... Read More

Red apple round

Song

1. Red apple, round ; Lie down next to me, beautiful. ; I won't lie down next to you, ; I won't be yours anyway. ; ; 2. Sweet apple cob, ; My baby's mouth is sweet. ; So sweet, so good, ; Oh, but it's to my liking. ; ; Hug me, baby, as you please, ; Don't let them throw up in you... Read More

My yellow horse is pale.

Song

1. My horse is a pale yellow one; I brought it from Szolnok yesterday, ; Still I will ride it for wine, ; For the sake of the beautiful woman. ; ; 2. For the sake of the beautiful woman, ; What wouldn't I do. ; The beautiful woman and the ball, ; but she cost me a lot of money. Read More

When I was given in marriage

Song

1. When I was given to be married, ; They gave me a skirt worth a penny. ; He was such a damn little gentleman, ; He had trousers with a polka dot. ; ; 2. The grass is withering on the ditch bank, ; My dove is a double carnation. ; When I embrace it, ; Love torments me. Read More

Naszvadi fish stew

Song

1. Naszvadi csuskó, haluska, ; Come out my heart Juliska, ; Come out my heart with one foot, ; Don't think with a wide world. ; ; 2. A worthy ear of corn must be harvested, ; A mother's daughter must be loved, ; So that her mouth is sweet, ; A kiss must be showered on her. Read More

Once upon a time, two girls were setting out.

Song

1. Once two girls set out; They started to pick flowers, ; One of them started to ask the other; And you, Borcsa, were they asked? ; ; 2. Ten people asked me, Julcsa, ; Now which of the ten should I go to? ; Give good advice to my sad head, ; So that I don't pick a worm from a fl... Read More

My window has green shutters.

Song

1. My window has green shutters, ; My dove walks underneath. ; It would be better if you cried, my dear, ; I will never be yours anyway. Read More

The breeze is blowing.

Song

1. The breeze is rushing, ; Towards the white mountains, ; The young man is already walking, ; Towards his lover. ; ; 2. He is already walking in vain, ; When the dawn breaks, ; His dear lover, ; Can have little fun. Read More

Put it on, baby, put it on

Song

1. Build it again, my baby, build it again, ; Your blazing fire. ; Let me warm it again, ; My weak hands. ; ; 2. I built the fire, ; He's already falling asleep. ; I don't have a lover, ; Who won't pass away. Read More