Hey haystack haystack

Hey, hayloft, hayloft, hayloft, ; A good girl is spinning inside, embrace the one you love! ; I love this, I kiss this, I push it out, I push it in, ; Sieve-sieve Friday, mourning Thursday, oats Wednesday. ; Hey, rose, rose, you are red, ; Morning star, you are bright. ; You knew well, my rose, you are mine, ; Why did you give yourself to someone else? ; Who is standing in front of the Molnár Maris gate, her bower, ; Rózsi Pisti goes there, everyone asks, asks, ; What are you doing, you beautiful girl? ; I will sew a beautiful shirt for you, a Polish shawl, ; Not the golden one, a beautiful sederence, ; Around the bucrosonca, her bower.