Clouds are towering here and there from Losonc

1. From here and there, from Losonc, the clouds are towering, ; The tree-tree says, 'I can't find a lover,' ; But what's the use, if I can't love the young men, ; Tear my heart into a hundred pieces, if you can. ; ; 2. From here and there, from Losonc, the clouds are towering, ; But now I've found a lover in another village. ; The sad turtledove landed on a walnut tree, from there it waves, ; If you can, tear the starry sky for me.