Lyrical song

Creator of stars

Song

Creator of stars, ; Watch over all people. ; Orphans and widows, ; Night-walking lads. Read More

Jingle-swing

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1. Jingle, lingi, bambi, lambi, my little wagtail, Becskereki. ; He lost his horse. ; Little brown girl, he found his horseshoe. ; Come home, Becskereki, he already has it, ; A little brown girl is worth more than a hundred horses. ; ; 2. I stole a horse, I stole a cart, a donkey... Read More

My mother's rose tree

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1. My mother's rose tree, ; I am its most beautiful branch. ; I have planted it in the street, ; To the revenge of the young men. ; ; 2. My mother's many beautiful words, ; Some I have promised, some I never will. ; I would promise, but it's too late, ; My tears are falling like ... Read More

I fenced a small garden.

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1. I fenced a small garden, ; I planted a rose tree in it. ; The neighbor's blonde daughter, ; She got used to my rose tree. ; ; 2. I'll report it to the judge, ; Even the judge says: ; – A girl's lipstick belongs, ; Her buds belong to her gums. ; ; 3. Her crown belongs to women,... Read More

The bottom of the radish is black

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1. The bottom of the radishes is black, ; My lover's mother is sick. ; I wish God would ease it, ; Her funeral would be quicker. ; I wish God would let her die, ; So that her son would stay with me. ; ; 2. Under the gardens of Hegysúr, ; There is a spring hidden under a secret. ;... Read More

My hat floats in the Tisza River

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1. My hat is floating in the Tisza, ; My boot is a pledge with the judge. ; But my heart beats here, ; Its hot flame is blazing towards you. ; ; 2. The wind of the Mátra blows, howls, ; My shirt and trousers are fluttering in it. ; My hat has already been caught, ; The Tatar took... Read More

When I was a little child

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1. When I was a little child, ; I was a child of a horse with a colt. ; I lay down on my bed, ; From there I looked at my flock. ; ; 2. A German runs on a pallagon, ; Then a Hungarian on a good horse. ; He just beats his back, ; He just shrugs his shoulders. ; ; 3. Don't hurt my ... Read More

I am a widow's son.

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1. I am a widow's son, ; I walk as I please. ; I put on my ribboned hat, ; My dove mourns me. ; ; 2. The bird mourns me too, ; The branch also bends down for me. ; That too bends to the ground, ; It would speak to me if it could. ; ; 3. It would speak to me, but it cannot, ; My h... Read More

Mr. Pallér, it's easy.

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1. Mr. Pallér is easy, ; I have ten balls in me. ; If he ate one more, ; God would surely burst his beak. ; ; 2. The Miller's duck, ; He always dances. ; Whether he dances or not, ; You are mine, my dear! ; ; 3. On the embankment along the Vág, ; I lost my knife. ; I have a dear,... Read More

Blue is the color of the field, spring is the wealth

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1. The blue spring is for plowing, ; My little bow is for plowing. ; My plow is on the horn of the deer. ; My wheel is in Gödöllő. ; ; 2. My plowshare is in Vasad, ; Its subspecies is in Albár, ; Its biface is in Békés, ; Csoroszlám is at the blacksmith. ; ; 3. My hireling is in ... Read More