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Let's drink to the one who is drunk
Singing
1. Let's drink for the one who mourns, ; Whose tears flow to the ground. ; Mine flow there too, ; Because he mourns for my dove. ; ; 2. I went to school in Pest, ; I went knee-deep in roses. ; I bowed, I plucked, ; I gave it to my beloved dove. ; ; 3. Oh my sweet lady, ; Why are you so fat, lady? ; – That's why I'm so fat, ; Because my master doesn't deserve anything.