The Three Orphans (To the Cemetery in Gímes)

To the cemetery in Gímes, ; Three orphans are walking in it. ; Because they are walking in it, ; Their sweet mother rests in it. ; ; – Get up, my mother, the gravedigger, ; The three orphans are hungry. ; – I cannot get up, three orphans, ; I am locked between boards. ; ; I have a stepmother for you, ; Who takes care of you, ; Combs your hair, ; Lets your secrets fly on her wings. ; ; – If she combs our heads, ; She lets our blood flow to our bodies, ; If we ask her for mercy, ; She puts a stone in our palm. ; ; – If we ask for clean clothes, ; She takes a rod in her hand. ; She tortures us every day, ; May our mother rise up like this.