At the edge of the village of Alsószel

1. In the village of Alsószeli, the leaves do not rustle, ; Don't go there, little angel, love will catch up with you. ; A sad turtledove landed on a rosewood tree, it makes me cry, ; Come, girls, tear the starry sky apart for me. ; ; 2. At the end of the village of Alsószeli, the people gather, ; They let the wind blow my good news, my bad news. ; Let my good news, my bad news go your way, ; And you, dear little angel, don't listen to anyone else's words. ; ; 3. The daughter of the judge of Alsószeli lies on her mournful bed, ; Nine doctors stand beside her, not one of them can help her with her problem. ; If I die, my mother, I will leave everything to myself, ; The one I loved, alas, but I am very sorry.