Soldier's Song

A mother raises her son with milk and honey

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1. A mother raises her son with milk and honey, ; When he reaches twenty years of age, he is measured, ; Nine paramedics visit him, his mother is by his side, ; All he ever cries, cries, is that his son is a soldier. ; ; 2. Don't cry, my dear mother, that I am a soldier, ; My ros... Read More

When I was drafted, the forest was blooming

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1. When I was drafted, the forest bloomed, ; My baby cried, her tears fell like a downpour, ; Her mother cries, she complains, ; Her lover was drafted, soldiers are taking him away. ; ; 2. Komárno's big barracks, but with many windows, ; But many brown little girls are doves insi... Read More

Mother writes a letter to her soldier son

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1. A mother writes a letter to her soldier sons, ; Come home, my dear son, the girls are waiting for you. ; I see my beloved on the great mountains, on them, ; I turn away with tearful eyes, she mourns me. ; ; 2. A mother writes a letter to her soldier sons, ; Come home, my sweet... Read More

The Martosi to the top of the Martosi tower

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1. To the top of the Martosi, Martosi tower, ; A bird flies in pure black. ; Under its wing is that mourning letter, ; The young man from Martosi is not a soldier, just a recruit. ; ; 2. To the ditch of the Martosi, Martosi cemetery, ; I planted rosemary in its row. ; Water it so... Read More

I am the branch of my mother's rose tree.

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1. My mother, rose-tree, I am the branch, ; I am the first soldier of Ferenc Jóska. ; A hundred and twenty sharp needles press on my shoulder, my heart is heavy with grief, ; I must leave my dear baby here, my heart is killing me with grief, my baby, my heart is killing me with g... Read More

Oh, but they play the piano beautifully in the Vienna barracks

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1. Oh, but they play the piano beautifully in the Vienna barracks, ; My baby is heard at the window, ; I know, my baby, your heart will break, ; If they take me away from you for three years. ; ; 2. To the top of the Martosi, the Martosi tower ; A bird flew in pure black, ; Under... Read More

Winter has passed, spring is about to come, quietly.

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1. Winter has passed quietly, spring is coming, ; But I would like to be a rosebud in your little garden. ; I could not be a rose, Ferenc Jóska calls me, ; Komárno's high-rise barracks. ; ; 2. I must go away, soldiers, for three years, ; I must leave my lover here for her most be... Read More

They put the coffin out in the yard.

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1. They put the, put the coffin in the yard, ; I have no mother, my mother, to fall on it. ; Instead of my mother, a beautiful little girl falls on it, ; Even the sky, (the) high sky sheds thick tears on me. ; ; 2. I put the, I put my letter in the post, ; It arrived, it arrived ... Read More

When you go home, dear friend, tell my good mother.

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1. When you go home, dear friend, tell my good mother, ; Don't expect any more letters from the soldier's son. ; Because the hand grenade took my right hand, ; I can't write, dear mother, ever again. Read More

Nine gypsies play the violin in front of the Martosi tavern

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1. Nine gypsies are playing the violin in front of the Martos inn, ; Árpád Feszti is there, oh, he is very happy. ; He sent the young men and the old men to dance in joy, ; He made them sing with songs, he filled his heart with them. ; ; 2. Pull it, you gypsies, for the young men... Read More