To the bottom of the Danish wasteland

At the bottom of the Danoski steppe, ; There was an inn all alone. ; István Szarvas was its owner, ; His wife and daughter were in his arms. ; ; Friday evening it was nine o'clock, ; The woman and Teruska had gone to bed. ; István Szarvas was left alone, ; He waited, waiting for a guest to come to the inn. ; ; But he didn't have to wait long, ; Soon a gypsy army arrived. ; The gypsies asked for drinks in droves, ; And yet the caravan was covered in blood. ; ; István Szarvas went to the cellar for wine, ; A loud scream reached his ears. ; István Szarvas hurried up to the apartment, ; He saw his wife already dead. ; ; His daughter was also dead, ; A small coachman was lying there in the ditch. ; As soon as István Szarvas saw these things, ; He fled into the back room. ; ; The wicked gang quickly ran after him, ; It was in vain that he locked the door. ; They also cut it in two with their axes, ; They put out István Szarvas' life. ; ; When they had finished with the four lives in this way, ; They gathered all the precious things. ; When they had finished the work, ; Moreover, they set fire to the inn. ; ; The people gathered at the sight of the fire, ; Then they saw that terrible incident. ; Their poor innocent bodies were frozen in blood, ; Let every man pray for them. ; ; The gypsy sits sick in prison, ; Torment wrinkles his forehead. ; They asked and asked and waited for the sun, ; Will they still see a star in their lives. ; ; They will wither on a gallows, ; They vowed not to kill. ; They prayed and prayed and waited for the sun, ; But they never saw a star again.