The sky is rattling in vain above my head
Song
1. The sky is roaring in vain above my head, ; My wheat is not beaten by the ice, ; I have secured my wheat, I have sold my lands, ; I have taken it to the great tavern of Martos. ; ; 2. Dog Jew, I do not drink brandy, ; I would rather drink Nitra visit, purer, ; Nitra flows swiftly, only my baby loves it, ; So that my baby never forgets.