The one who speaks is dead (Dawn, dawn)

Dawn is breaking, dawn is breaking, ; But it is not dawning well, ; From the border of Zsíręj, ; No good news is heard. ; ; They killed a young man, ; For ten or twenty forints, ; They put him in the Tisza, ; For two gray horses. ; ; The Tisza did not take him, ; He put him on the bank, ; A young fisherman went there, ; He took him into his net. ; ; His father went there, ; Keltyi, but he did not hear: ; – Get up, my son, my dear son, ; Come with me home. ; ; His mother goes there, ; Keltyi, but she does not hear: ; Get up, my son, my dear son, ; Come with me home. ; ; Her baby goes there, ; Keltyi, she already hears: ; Get up, my rose, my sweet rose, ; Fall on my shoulder. ; ; – Will you ring, ; The three bells? ; – I will ring, my sweet rose, ; Even thirty-six. ; ; – Will you weep for me, ; Before your father, your mother? ; – I weep for you, my sweet rose, ; Before the whole world. ; ; – Will you make me, ; A coffin of living wood? ; – You made, my sweet rose, ; A coffin of marble.