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This forest, this field
Singing
1. This forest, this field, ; Something is rustling, something is rustling, ; Maybe it is Péter Pista, ; He is watering his horse, he is watering his horse. ; ; 2. Péter Julis, my bed, ; He took it high, he took it high. ; Péter Pista, his hat, ; He opened it inside, He opened it inside. ; ; 3. Give me Julis, my hat, ; Let me put it on my head, let me put it on my head, ; Let not every little girl look, ; At my black eyes, at my black eyes.