Occasional song

A seeded poplar tree stands in the courtyard of a little angel.

Song

1. In the courtyard of my little angel stands a big poplar tree, ; I walk by it every evening, its branch leans over me. ; Its leaves are thick, I have the language of the village on me, ; The little angel is angry, she won't sit on my lap. ; ; 2. In the evening I go to bed, to d... Read More

The buffalo climbed up the well

Song

1. The buffalo climbed up to the well, ; Don't tempt me with your song, my lipstick! ; Because if you tempt me with your song, ; And how much pity will I have for you. Read More

Kamocsa tower radius is high

Song

1. Kamocsa tower branch but seedless, ; In the middle two violets, but fragrant. ; I'll cut one off for myself, ; Hey, the other one, dear doves. ; ; 2. Kamocsa tower branch but seedless, ; In the middle three apples but red. ; It's easy to cut a red apple in two, ; Hey, little a... Read More

Gocsej Pista is a handsome young man.

Song

1. Göcsej Pista was a handsome young man, ; His trouser belt was seven lycra. ; Poplar leaves, willow leaves, ; The wind blows them all away. ; ; 2. He also went through Kőrös, ; He also fell into the river. ; Poplar leaves, willow leaves, ; The wind blows them all away. Read More

It's become a habit for us now.

Song

1. It has become a custom among us, ; They do not dance in low rooms. ; Because there are many young women among us, ; Her head-dress is very curly and curly. ; ; 2. It has become a custom among us, ; They do not dance in low rooms. ; The high bosoms of the young men ; The low ro... Read More

It's not cold, but the lake is frozen.

Song

1. It's not cold, but the lake is frozen; I could drink my little horse's pale. ; Come, my rose, cut the juice, round! ; Let my little horse drink enough. ; ; 2. My little horse is only used to ; He runs more hungry than full. ; Yet he stops at every pub door, ; Even his master g... Read More

The Martos Sudar Tower, oh my, it can be seen from afar

Song

1. The tower of Martos, alas, but it can be seen from afar, ; In the middle, in its four corners, four sprigs of rosemary bloom. ; One leans on my shoulder, the other on my baby's, ; I bow my sad head into the embracing arms of my rose. Read More

My little garden is cut open by canal water

Song

1. My little garden is bowed by canal water, ; My heart is bowed by a brown young man's sorrow. ; Then my heart will still have pain, ; If I become a bride for your mother, my rose. ; ; 2. The cemetery of Martosi is white with snow, ; Not one of the very first lovers is true. ; I... Read More

God bless the priest who brought us together, you bastard!

Song

1. God bless the priest who brought us together, he sings, ; God bless the priest who brought us together, he sings. ; It is not right to cook, nor to bake, nor to stir the scrambled eggs, ; God bless the priest who brought us together, he sings. ; ; 2. Blessed be the friend who ... Read More

It wants to be dawn, dawn, dawn.

Song

1. Dawn, dawn, dawn wants to be, ; Home, home, home must go. ; A scythe for a young man, a hoe for a girl, ; Dawn, dawn, dawn wants to be. Read More