The street in Zsigárd is muddy all the way through.
Song
1. The Zsigárd Street is muddy all the way, ; It is not advisable to walk along it. ; I would walk along it, but the gendarmes will catch me, ; The gendarmes will tie my arms. ; ; 2. Gentlemen gendarmes, please listen to me, ; How beautifully I could beg. ; Let go of my arms, I want to hug you, ; I want to hug my dove. ; ; 3. The Zsigárd Street is all the way, all the way, ; A rose blooms in every little gate. ; A pigeon in every little gate, two, three, ; Only mine withered this summer.