I will get up early tomorrow morning.

1. Tomorrow morning I have to get up early, ; I have to go to Somorja for a series. ; God be with you, the border of our beautiful village, ; I look back, I wave goodbye to it. ; ; 2. The clock struck eight in Somorja, ; A goat puts me under the scale. ; He weighs my tall body, ; – It's okay, my son, turn around a bit. ; ; 3. When the chief physician visits me, ; My little angel is crying at the gate. ; Don't cry, my rose, the Hungarian recruit is beautiful, ; His tricolor ribbon touches the ground. ; ; 4. When the chief physician visits me, ; Back home, my mother is crying. ; – My mother, where is that sweet milk, ; Because she raised me as a soldier. ; – My sweet son, I have lost his race, ; I will no longer raise soldiers.