Lyrical song

Into the forest, into the forest

Song

1. Into the forest, into the forest, ; Into the rosemary forest, ; My boots with the lagos soles have come loose, my baby, ; Into the great search. ; ; 2. Don't look for your horse, ; It's already been driven in ; To the judge's yard in Béná, my baby, ; The bell rings on it. ; ; ... Read More

Clouds are towering here and there from Losonc

Song

1. From here and there, from Losonc, the clouds are towering, ; The tree-tree says, 'I can't find a lover,' ; But what's the use, if I can't love the young men, ; Tear my heart into a hundred pieces, if you can. ; ; 2. From here and there, from Losonc, the clouds are towering, ; ... Read More

You should go through the village of Kecső

Song

1. I should go through the village of Kecső, ; I should look for my lover, ; He lives there in Ravonyi Street, ; There is a lace curtain in his window. ; ; 2. The lace curtain is covered to one side, ; A brown boy is ringing the bell on it. ; Don't wink, come in, come in, ; I am ... Read More

I have nothing else besides a farm.

Song

1. I have nothing more than a farm, ; I have nothing more than a blind horse, ; This blind horse sings incessantly, ; A cowardly young man, whom his baby leaves. ; ; 2. I have nothing more than a glass, ; I have nothing more than a flower, ; My flower is called forget-me-not, ; W... Read More

To the gate of the judge of Kecső

Song

1. At the gate of the judge in Kecső, ; The acacia tree has blossomed red, ; As red as the blood that has fallen, ; My heart aches for the judge's daughter. ; ; 2. At the gate of the judge in Kecső; The acacia tree's flower has fallen, ; Do not sweep it away before me, ; Do not l... Read More

A small, pointed knife in my pocket, but it's sharp

Song

A small pointed knife in my pocket, but it's sharp, ; This is my lover, this little delicate, ; Even if delicate, who cares, ; This is my lover, this little brunette. Read More

The front of our house is pebbled and gravelly.

Song

1. Pebbly, pebbled, the front of our house, ; My rose goes there every evening, ; I told her not to go every evening, ; Her mother is angry, may her tongue stick to her. ; ; 2. In the middle of my yard there is a walnut tree with seeds, ; Under it the rose is spread, ; Under it t... Read More

They even say that this is not beautiful, this is not beautiful.

Song

They even say, this is not beautiful, that is not beautiful, ; I am like the starry sky, ; I am like my permission, ; Love opens on my two cheeks. Read More

Not a single rose blooms red.

Song

1. Not a rose that does not bloom red, ; Not a young man who goes to bed at night, ; Who goes to bed at night, ; Will never find his lover. ; ; 2. Wither, rose, if I have cut you off, ; Do not be angry, my baby, that I have left you, ; Do not be angry, if time has brought it this... Read More

My ox is Rezeda the Flower

Song

1. My ox is the Rose, the Flower, ; He ate the rose in the garden, ; Hey, rose, rose, rose, ; I pity my lover, truly. ; ; 2. My rose went out into the little garden, ; She lay down at the foot of the rose tree, ; I cried out to her twelve times, ; Get up, my rose, for someone wil... Read More