The Miraculous Death (My Son, My Son, the Brave Bálind)

– My son, my son, Bálind the warrior, ; Your heart aches, your head aches, ; – Neither my heart aches, nor my head aches, ; I would die for Beautiful Ilona. ; For Ilona's beauty, *) ; For her yellow-curled pearl hair. ; ; – My son, my son, Bálind the warrior, ; Do not die yet, beautiful Ilona, ; For Ilona's beauty, ; For her yellow-curled pearl hair. ; ; Have a stone garden made, ; Have flowers planted, ; Then the beautiful girls will come, ; The beautiful girls, the most beautiful, **) ; Among them will be beautiful Ilona. ; ; Made a stone garden, ; Planted flowers, ; The beautiful girls have come, ; The beautiful girls, the most beautiful, ; I am not among you, beautiful Ilona. ; ; – My son, my son, Bálind the brave, ; Does your heart ache, does your head ache? ; – My heart aches, my head aches, ; I will die, beautiful Ilona. ; For the beauty of Ilona, *) ; For the yellow-curled pearl hair. ; ; – My son, my son, Bálind the brave, ; I will not die, beautiful Ilona, ; For the beauty of Ilona, ; For the yellow-curled pearl hair. ; ; Have a famous mill built, ; Grind small pearls, ; Then the beautiful girls will come, ; The pretty girls, the most pretty ones, **) ; Among them is the pretty Ilona. ; ; He made a famous mill, ; He had small pearls ground. ; The pretty girls came, ; The pretty girls, the most pretty ones, **) ; Not among them is the pretty Ilona. ; ; – My son, my son, Bálind the brave, ; Does your heart ache, your head ache? ; – My heart aches, my head aches, ; I would die for the pretty Ilona. ; For the beauty of Ilona, *) ; For the yellow-curled pearl hair. ; ; – My son, my son, Bálind the brave, ; Do not die for the pretty Ilona, ; For the beauty of Ilona, ; Yellow-curled pearl hair. ; ; Make a news bell, ; Ring it even to your death, ; Then the syp girls will come, ; The syp girls, the most syp girls, **) ; Among them will be syp Ilona. ; ; He made a news bell, ; He had it rung even to his death, ; And the syp girls came, ; The syp girls, the most syp girls, **) ; Among them, the old syp Ilona. ; ; – My friends, my friends, my friends, ; My good friends have cried with me, ; Who has seen a terrible death, ; Like the death of the brave Bálind. ; ; See sheet music: Last verse ; ; "And then he rose up and his willow tree. Thus I heard." ; ; *) for lines 3 and 4 ; **) for line 3