The swallows are migrating from the barracks in Havas

1. The swallows are migrating from the mountain barracks, ; The brown swallows are watching, watching, standing, ; As they watch, standing, many are shedding tears, ; They know that the Hungarian goats are being set free. ; ; 2. God be with you, beautiful barracks, I will leave you here, ; Back home to the village, a barred window is waiting, ; My rosemary is wandering aimlessly in the glass, ; Let me attach a thread to my free hat. ; ;