But in vain the many roses bloom in Budapest
Song
But in vain it blooms, in vain it blooms, in Budapest the many roses, ; Four mountain gunners, four mountain gunners, can never part with it. ; Whoever is on the battlefield, let him cry his baby day and night, ; Csárdás little angel, on the Romanian border, I am a four mountain gunner. ; ; I am not allowed to stand at the gate anymore, ; I am not allowed to, I am not allowed to go to the girls anymore. ; The great cannon of the Republic thunders, the mischievous Romanian begs in vain, ; Csárdás little angel, on the Romanian border I am a four mountain gunner.