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Uncle John, blow the horn.
Singing
1. Uncle János, let me blow the horn, ; Don't sing a long song, ; Because we are very tired now, ; Maybe we will die. ; ; 2. Sky above us, sky below us, ; We had a good time all night. ; It is early today, the sun is beginning to set, ; It would be good to go home now. ; ; 3. Red dawn rising, ; We are now going home. ; To such a landscape, for a year, ; Let's go to the tavern.