To this beautiful brunette girl

Lajos Krága's version ; ; 1. This beautiful brown girl has her house on a hill, ; A beam of fir is next door. ; A beam of fir, its branches bend to the ground, ; I am the match for this beautiful brown girl. ; A beam of fir, its branches bend to the ground, ; I am the match for this beautiful brown girl. ; ; 2. But in autumn the milk rose will shed its leaves, ; Thank you, my dove, for having loved me so far, ; You loved, you loved me, yet you have become someone else, ; May the starry sky strike again, if you have forgotten me. ; Thank you, my dove, for having loved me so far, ; May the soft God strike again, if you have forgotten me. ; ; 3. There is a small well in our yard, ; But there is a beautiful blonde girl in her neighbor's house, ; I dare to cast my deceitful eyes on her, ; Her mother is young, you have to love her too. ; I dare to cast my deceitful eyes on her, ; Her mother is young, you have to love her too. ; ; Lajosné Krága's version ; ; 1. This beautiful brown girl has a house on a hill, ; There is a broad fir tree on the side of the house. ; A broad fir tree, its branch bends to the ground, ; I am the match for this beautiful brown girl. ; A broad fir tree, its branch bends down, ; I will be the match for this beautiful brown girl. ; ; 2. She planted the milkweed everywhere, facing downwards. ; Thank you, my dove, for loving me so far. ; You loved, you loved, yet you became someone else's. ; May the starry sky still bleed, if you have forgotten me. ; Thank you, my dove, for loving me so far, ; May the gentle God still bleed, if you have forgotten me. ; ; 3. There is a small well with wheels in my yard, ; But there is a beautiful brown little girl in her neighbor's house, ; I dare to cast my deceitful eyes on her, ; Her mother is young, she must be loved too. ; I dare to cast my deceitful eyes on her, ; Her mother is young, she must be loved too.