The Girl Who Was Danced to Death (Good evening, good evening)

– Good evening, good evening, ; Judge Sági, ; Is your daughter at home ; My dear dove? ; ; – She is at home, she is here, ; In the first room. ; She is sleeping soundly ; In her quilted bed. ; ; – Go in, wake her up, ; Send her to the ball, ; Her skirt of many silks, ; Tie it around her waist. ; ; Her skirt of many silks; Tie it around her waist, ; Her red-laced shoes; Put them on her feet. ; ; Her red-laced shoes; Put them on her feet, ; Her many gold rings, ; Put them on her fingers. ; ; – My little one, my little one, ; Let me rest. ; Let me let my blood flow out of my shoes. ; ; – I can’t go out, ; I can’t rest. ; I can’t get out of my shoes; I can’t spill your blood. ; ; Pull it, gypsies, ; From evening to morning, ; From evening to morning, ; Never leave me. ; ; God, strike again, ; That mother, ; Who from evening to morning ; Leaves her daughter dancing. ; ; God, strike again, ; Those many mothers, ; Who from evening to morning Still don’t look at her daughter. ; ; For the many pretty little girls; They pull the merry-go-round, ; For Judge Sági’s daughter; Now they’re pulling the bell. ; ; They’re ringing at noon, ; But not for lunch. ; Judge Sági’s daughter; They’re taking her to the cemetery.