In the middle of the night

In the middle of Calló, in Patas,
They are roasting a cat on a grill.
The people of Radvány are waiting there,
It is still hot, now it is cold.
Padány is a flour mill, Mad is a malt mill,
Korpán is a winter mill.
Alistál, Filistál,
Tőnye is in between.
Let's move on to Albár,
They are pouring oil into a jug.
Your milk, your milk,
You worry about that.
The Szërdahee is big,
Many Jews are in the middle of the market,
Spoiled seven days of the week.
Nyékvárkony, a cinch-scented hejsíg,
The great stench is abundant.
Let's move on to your fancy Nyárod.
From there we go to Balony,
Good big to a wedding.