Lyrical song

There is a rose tree in front of my door with three buds on it.

Song

1. In front of my door is a rose tree, with three buds on it, ; The little angel says that she plucks them. ; Don't pluck them, little angel, they will open soon, ; Then the pearly dew will fall on its flower. ; ; 2. The meadow has already been mown, it will not bear any more flo... Read More

The front of our house

Song

1. The front, the front of our house, ; It is whitewashed yellow, whitewashed. ; Just then the bright moonbeam shone on it, ; When I said, good night, baby. ; ; 2. This little girl sewed slippers, ; She put love in the heel. ; Love fell out of the heel of the slippers, ; Alas, bu... Read More

The street in Zsigárd is muddy all the way through.

Song

1. The Zsigárd Street is muddy all the way, ; It is not advisable to walk along it. ; I would walk along it, but the gendarmes will catch me, ; The gendarmes will tie my arms. ; ; 2. Gentlemen gendarmes, please listen to me, ; How beautifully I could beg. ; Let go of my arms, I w... Read More

The street in Alszeg is muddy all the way through.

Song

1. The street in Alszeg is muddy all the way, ; It is not advisable to walk all the way, ; Let go of my arm, I want to hug you, ; I want to hug my dove. ; ; 2. Mr. Gendarme, please listen to me, ; How beautifully I could beg. ; Let go of my arm, I want to hug you, ; I want to kis... Read More

Bratislava Mountains

Song

1. Bratislava mountains, ; The mountains are blowing. ; I wrote to my baby, ; Beautiful loves. ; ; 2. I wrote to her, ; I will marry her. ; On the day of Red Pentecost, ; We will swear. Read More

It's made of walnut, it's made of walnut

Song

1. My mother's gate is made of walnut, my mother's gate is made of walnut; You tallósi lad, handsome brown lad, come in quietly through it. ; Come quietly, but come in quietly through it; Because my mother, my sweet, dear mother does not sleep, she hears. ; ; 2. The Danube-Tisza ... Read More

This little girl has a house on a hill.

Song

1. This little girl has a house on a hill, ; She has a golden walnut tree in her yard. ; The golden walnut tree's branch bends down, ; On this little girl's barred window. ; ; 2. I suffered a lot for this little girl, ; I drained the water from the Tisza with my pickaxe. ; I pick... Read More

It's raining, but it's dripping nicely.

Song

1. It is raining, alas, but it drips beautifully, ; A little brown girl is mourning in her room. ; She opens the two windows of her room, ; She listens to the whisper of the rain. ; ; 2. Beyond the Tisza there is a barren pasture, ; In the middle of it is a mournful cemetery. ; I... Read More

My baby is angry.

Song

1. My baby is angry, my baby is angry when I march. ; I swear a lot in front of every inn, in front of every pub. ; May God beat that good mother, my dove, ; Who raised her son to be a soldier, a poor recruit. ; ; 2. The rosemary smells, the rosemary smells, its branch bends to t... Read More

Three heads of lettuce

Song

1. Three bunches of lettuce, ; Three little girls hoe. ; Three little girls' hoe, ; My hoe is my zimizumi zajlapi hoe. ; ; 2. I don't care about lettuce, ; Only the one who hoes. ; Only the one who hoes.... ; ; 3. Three bunches of currants, ; Three little girls are hoeing. ; Thre... Read More