The daughter of the judge of Martos lies in pure white
Song
1. The daughter of the judge of Martos lies in pure white; Nine doctors have visited her, none of them know what is wrong with her. ; My mother, if I die, I will leave all my worries to you, ; The one I loved in the village has long since left me. ; ; 2. The great tavern in Martos is always talking about me, ; They let my good news, my bad news go to the wind. ; Let my good news, my bad news go to the wind, ; And you, my baby, don't listen to anyone's words! ; ; 3. Under the gardens of Martos, not a leaf rustles, ; Don't go there, brown girl, because my lover will kill me! ; A bus turtle landed on Diófáro, from there it is a lie, ; Break it off, if you can hold the starry sky against me! ; ; 1. facsimile: ; ; 