Hey, Dina's relative.

Hey Dina, your relative, come to the field, ; My beautiful lady lover lives in the hot Győr, ; She has a bun, she drives the skies. ; Hela, Hela, Héluska, Ferenc Nímet jánya, ; She gave me wine, ; I am not the reason for anything, ; My mother is the reason for everything. ; Why didn't she give me to a man, ; to a black-eyed glutton. ; Hey rose, rose, you are red, ; You are sweet as a dawn dream. ; When the bride is taken to the wedding, ; then the groom is placed under the bed, ; On a mountain, on a thorn, on a tiny pin, ; The devil doesn't even eat the insides out.