This little girl writes a rose-colored letter and falls on the table

1. This little girl writes a rose-colored letter, falls on the table, ; Her good mother asks her what's wrong with her, ; What are you asking, my mother, you know what's wrong with me, ; My lover is a three-year-old hussar, I cry night and day. ; ; 2. Oh, but they announce it nicely, but nicely in the church of Martos, ; But they would never announce me to my old baby, ; My mother, my dear mother, you are the reason, ; That they never announce me to my old baby.