Killer butt

1. Murderous bottom, there would be a mill, if there were one, ; But the water has long since gone from under it. ; A little bird does not rise from the willow branch, ; There it sings about Mrs. Virág's daughter. ; ; 2. Virág Zsuzsi kept going to the mill. ; She was breaking down, she was beating it down nicely until evening. ; She was grinding wheat, she was baking her flour, ; Virág Zsuzsi loved the handsome miller. ; ; 3. – Take home that flour flame, my treasure, ; I would eat a little miller's cake. ; I will wait for you after midnight at the stream, ; Hurry up, my rose, hey, I wish you were here already. ; ; 4. There is no moonlight, the road is muddy, the wind is blowing, ; – Here is the cake, my heart, miller, just eat it. ; – I don't need you to bake it, cook it, or yourself, ; Here is the lock, the water is deep below. ; ; 5. – Oh, don't kill me, I'm afraid of death, ; What will happen to my poor mother lying in bed? ; The lock is buzzing, the girl's voice is not heard, ; The night is not to see the work of a murderer. ; ; 6. Murderous miller, may your hands dry up, ; Murderous mill, may your water dry up. ; His hands have dried up on the gallows, ; His water has dried up long ago.