A white tower is visible from a black village

1. A white tower is visible from a black village, ; My dear baby is playing with another creature, ; I say I don't regret it, but I still regret it, ; That I see my lover in another's arms. ; ; 2. The leaves don't rustle if the wind doesn't blow them, ; Why do I have a little girl who is forbidden by her mother, ; My love is forbidden, I'm afraid of your mother, ; I heard, my baby, that we will be separated. ; ; 3. Into the forest, into the forest, into the beautiful round forest, ; My baby is picking roses in both hands, ; Pick them, my baby, pick them, so that she won't get lost, ; So that our love won't be left half-hearted. ; ; 4. Her apron is black, her flowers are white, ; My baby is drinking wine, her cheeks are red, ; The girls think it's a peony, ; Yet the flame of my love burns on it. ; ; Verse 3 of Géza Dobi's collection: ; ; 5. The blackthorn is black, its flower is white, ; My baby drinks beer, her cheeks are white, ; The girls think it's a white aster, ; Yet love withers it.