If the Tisza River were ink

1. If the Tisza were ink, ; Every most delicious scribe could write it, it would be good. ; That one could not even write it down, ; Whom I love best in the great Menyhe. ; ; 2. The leaves in the forest would not rustle, ; If the gentle June wind did not blow. ; The wind blows the rustling of the green forest, ; Now they read the farewell of my lover. ; ; 3. A red apple is washing on the hilltop; A yellow-haired girl walks in the field; The field is beautiful, it is even more beautiful from the flower, ; Or from that little girl in the yellow shawl. ; ; 4. Not so is a rose that does not bloom red, ; Not so is a most delicious one that lies down at night. ; Who lies down at night in his bed, ; He thinks of his beloved baby. ; ; ; A ringing melody.