The winds of Lent are already blowing

1. The Lenten winds are already blowing, ; My shirt, my trousers, flutter, float, ; My little hat was also taken away, ; He threw it into the Tisza. ; ; 2. I planted the rose tree, ; Someone else plucks its flowers, ; I loved blondes, brunettes, ; Someone else lives his life with it. ; Three-branched rosemary, ; He is a fool who goes to a girl, ; Behold, I go to a bride, ; If I want, I will sleep with her.