The murderer surrenders himself (To the base of the trembling poplar tree on the Tisza)

Beyond the Tisza, at the base of a trembling poplar tree, ; A little girl sits on the lap of Brown Hansel. ; One looks at the foam on the Tisza, ; Another looks at the burning stars. ; ; Brown Hansel was asked by his baby, ; To send his sweet mother to the other world. ; The field maid called out to his sweet mother, ; Brown Hansel stabbed a big knife into his heart. ; ; Brown Hansel's pants became bloody, ; Then wash them, his lover, his baby. ; – Wash my baby, my shirt, my pants, white, ; Tomorrow I will go to the Commissioner of Peace. ; ; – God grant, Commissioner of Peace, good day, ; – God grant, my sweet son, what is the matter with you? ; – Commissioner of Peace, that would be my request, ; I killed my mother for a little girl. ; ; – Brown Hansel it was a shame for you to do that, ; To kill your mother for a little girl. ; – Mr. Silence Commissioner, I used to have an enemy, ; That little girl cannot be my wife. ; ; Across the Tisza, they are now carving that tree, ; On which Brown Hansel is being hanged. ; The wind blows his white shirt and trousers, ; Someone else is hugging Brown Hansel's baby.