It's raining, but it's dripping nicely.

1. It is raining, alas, but it drips beautifully, ; A little brown girl is mourning in her room. ; She opens the two windows of her room, ; She listens to the whisper of the rain. ; ; 2. Beyond the Tisza there is a barren pasture, ; In the middle of it is a mournful cemetery. ; I walk there, I drive the goulash there, ; I have found the grave of my beloved. ; ; 3. I plant a forget-me-not on her grave, ; In the evening, in the morning I water it with my tears. ; I fall on it, I cry over it for a long time, ; Until the black earth turns to mud. ; ; 4. Beyond the Tisza they have mowed the hay, ; They have cut off the right wing of the eared owl. ; The eared owl is grieving for its wing, ; I am grieving for my lover too.