Oh, how wide, oh, how long is the road

Alas, but wide, alas, but long is the road, ; On which Brown Hansel set out, ; On him was his white shirt, his trousers, ; The rays of the morning star shone on him. ; ; Beyond the Tisza, at the foot of the fir tree, ; A little girl sits on Brown Hansel's lap. ; Look, little girl, at the fish in the Tisza, ; And I look at the stars in the sky. ; ; His baby asks Brown Hansel, ; To send his mother to the other world. ; His mother lay down in the green grass, ; Brown Hansel stabbed a knife into her heart. ; ; Brown Hansel's trousers became bloody, ; Then his dear baby will wash them. ; Wash my baby's shirt, my trousers white, ; Tomorrow I will go to the Commissioner of Silence. ; ; Commissioner of Silence, may God give you a good day, ; God forbid, Brown Hansel, what's wrong with you? ; My heart aches, my soul is oppressed by grief, ; I killed my mother for a little girl. ; ; Brown Hansel, it was a shame for you to do that, ; To kill your mother for a little girl. ; Mr. Silence Commissioner, I had an enemy long ago, ; This little girl cannot be my wife. ; ; They are carving a gallows down there, ; On which they hang Brown Hansel. ; The wind blows his black curly hair, ; Someone else is hugging Brown Hansel's baby.