Hela's Heluska

Héla, Héluskája, daughter of Német Ferenc, ; 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 young man. ; When the bride is carried to the bed, ; then the groom is placed under the bed, ; on a hill, on a small round table, ; even hell will not prevail, on a small round table. ; Hey, rose, rose, you are red, ; you are sweet as a morning dream.