Good evening, good evening.

1. - Good evening, good evening, ; Judge Csáki, ; What is she doing, what is she doing, ; My dear dove. ; ; 2. What could she do, ; A girl to herself, ; She lies down, she sleeps, ; In her buttoned bed. ; ; 3. Wake her up, wake her up, ; Send her to the ball, ; Her green silk dress, ; Put it on her. ; ; 4. Her green silk dress, ; Put it on her, ; Her ten gold rings, ; Put it on her finger. ; ; 5. Her ten gold rings, ; Put it on her finger, ; Her cordovan boots, ; Put it on her feet. ; ; 6. Her cordovan boots, ; Put it on her feet, ; Come, come, ; I'll go to the ball with you. ; ; 7. - So drag you, gypsy, ; Until dawn breaks, ; While the judge of Csák, ; His daughter is not sleeping. ; ; 8. - Let it go, gypsy, ; Let me go to rest, ; From my Cordovan boots, ; To shed the blood. ; ; 9. - I can't stand, I can't stand, ; For us to do this, ; For us here from evening, ; We have to drag it until morning. ; ; 10. - Open, my sweet mother, ; Your green leafy gate, ; Let them carry you through it, ; Your beautiful dead daughter. ; ; 11. The father cursed, ; The mother cursed, ; Who killed her innocent daughter, ; He lets her go to the ball. ; ; 12. He lets her go in the evening, ; He doesn't see her until morning, ; In the morning at eight o'clock, ; He finds her already dead. ; ; 13. They ring the bell at noon, ; But not for dinner, ; Judge Csáki's daughter, ; Now she's burying herself in the ground. ; ; 14. Now she's burying herself, now she's burying herself, ; There's a cemetery, ; But her beautiful name, ; Will not be forgotten.