The village is fenced in.
Song
1. The village is fenced in, ; Yet they take me out of it, ; Oh, I leave my beautiful little one inside, ; My heart aches for her to death. ; ; 2. My homeland, my homeland, my sweet homeland, ; I wish I could see your border, ; I see your smoke, but only barely, ; It waves in the sky above. ; ; Hv.: 1. My homeland Hungary, ; I wish I could see your border, ; I see your smoke, but only barely, ; It waves in the sky above. ; ; 2. The steamer is still loaded, ; I am sitting in the front, ; That is written on my hat, ; I will be there for three years.