Hella hella hella

Hela, hela, hela, hela, daughter of Ferenc Nímet, she gave me her wine dog. ; I am not the cause of anything, my mother is the cause of everything. ; Why didn't she give me to a man, to a black-eyed glutton. ; Hey lipstick, lipstick, you are red, you are sweet as a morning dream. ; When the bride is taken to bed, then the groom is put under the bed, ; on a mountain, on a branch, on a tiny pin, hell don't eat it from the inside.