Hela Heluskajo

; ; Héla, Héluskájo, daughter of Ferenc Nímet, ; 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 young man. ; When the bride is carried to bed, ; then the groom is placed under the bed, ; on a mountain, on a branch, on a small ball, ; hell will not prevail, on a small ball. ; Hey, rose, you are red like a rose, ; you are sweet as a morning dream. ; ; 1. Hemp bud, there's a seed in it, ; If you knock it out, it won't be in it, ; Breadcrumbs, pretty bride, ; Hug, kiss the one you love. ; ; 2. I hug this, I kiss this, ; I turn it inside out, I kick it in the ass, ; Hey, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, ; The emperor's horse is dead. ; ; 3. Its skin will be good for fur, ; The end of its ass is for a scoundrel, ; The belly of the vík is like a pantyhose, ; That's the lick of the girls.