If I go into the tavern in Martosi

1. If I enter the Martos inn, ; I will burn my fingers like a cigarette in the Danube, ; Cigarette smoke will rise into the air, ; Girls' tears will fall to the ground. ; ; 2. I would not have been a good star, ; Late in the evening I would not shine in the sky, ; Around midnight I would avoid the blue sky, ; I would look up for my dear lover. ; ; 3. My God, soldiers would take me away, ; Far away from the Italian border, ; Read, my mother, my sad letter, ; I am leaving my life in South Tyrol. ; ; 4. If I go up to the Tyrolean mountains, ; I look up at the starry skies, ; Starry sky, my Hungarian homeland is far away, ; My mother would cry far away.