Lyrical song

In the evening I usually saddle my little pony.

Song

1. In the evening I usually saddle my little horse, ; I keep the tools in the pasture until morning, ; The bridle on my horse's head sparkles and flashes, ; Well, that's how it goes, whoever finds a beautiful lover. ; ; 2. The moonlight shone out between two trees, ; My rose comb... Read More

Sej hair will pick the grapes soon

Song

1. Hey, hey, they'll pick the grapes soon, ; The capital will remain orphaned inside itself, ; You'll also remain orphaned, little angel, ; The summoner has come, I must march. ; ; 2. Down, down, they'll pick the grapes into the basket, ; The capital will remain orphaned after th... Read More

I had a lover.

Song

1. I had a lover, ; Two at the end of the village, ; There was no wheat bread, ; Both died. ; ; 2. I buried one ; In a small flowery garden. ; And the other in the ; Center of my heart. ; ; 3. I watered one, ; With clean Danube water, ; And the other with ; My thick tears. Read More

Someone is crying over there on the shore of the lake

Song

1. There, on the shore of the lake, someone is crying, ; Maybe my rose is looking for her oxen, ; Don't look, don't look, because she is locked up, ; The bell on it rings at Judge Hetényi. ; ; 2. I know the bell, I had it in my hand, ; I bought it at the Gyula fair for my ox, ; I... Read More

I'm going to sharpen my scythe to cut a nice line.

Song

1. I will sharpen my scythe to cut a nice (long) swath, ; Be careful when picking the handfuls, don't cut me, ; Then the two strong arms of your cloth will watch over me, ; If you want to hug your baby in the evening. ; ; 2. The wheat is ripe, the scythe is shining, ; The good Go... Read More

At the stone bridge with a platform in Hetény

Song

1. At the stone bridge with its seven-meter platform, ; Three young men are mowing rosemary, ; I will be the rosemary picker, ; The true lover of the brown young man. ; ; 2. Alas, but I have harvested much in the summer, ; But I have slept little in bed, ; Come, my baby, spread o... Read More

Cell goose goose goose thirteen geese

Song

1. Geese, geese, geese, geese, thirteen geese, ; Tomorrow is my baby's wedding, ; What is the use of such a wedding to me, ; Geese, my little angel, you are the bride. ; ; 2. Why, why, why should I go to church, ; If my baby doesn't see me in the line, ; Neither in the line, nor ... Read More

I'm scared if I go into the church in Varbó

Song

1. Hey, hey, when I go into the church in Varbó, ; My silk skirt turns three times on me, ; The young men say in the queue, ; Hey, hey, whose baby is this little girl, but she's a cheat. ; ; 2. Hey, hey, it's been three weeks since the Tisza froze, ; It's been three weeks since m... Read More

The peacock is beautiful, but its feathers are cute

Song

1. The peacock is beautiful, but its feathers are golden, ; Now I am angry with my lover, ; I will be with my lover, yes, but angry, ; Until the wheat is in the hopper. ; ; 2. The rainbow entwines the sky, ; The little angel is angry, he does not love, ; If he is angry, I know th... Read More

I was born in the middle of a round forest

Song

1. I was born in the middle of a round forest, ; I didn't have a mother either, but I grew up, ; I grew up like a mushroom in a forest, ; I had a lover when I was eight years old. ; ; 2. In the middle of a round forest there is a tree, ; God knows what grows on it, ; I grow on it... Read More