Come here, my rose, there is no mud.

1. Come here, my rose, there is no mud, ; There is no lock on my door, ; The door opens by itself, by itself, ; From the weak arm of my lover. ; ; 2. The innkeeper of Martosi is a thief, ; My pigeon is the room attendant, ; Beer and wine are in his hands, everything is entrusted, ; Only the lover is forbidden. ; ; 3. He who forbids love, ; God's blessing is never upon him, ; Because there is no greater secret than love, ; For you, my little angel, I will die.