I won't go out or give up (I'm not far away, Little Margarita)

It's not far, Kismargitka, ; Around the Balaton wash. ; In the middle of the village, the inn in the Bakony, ; There's a rascal's lair. ; ; The gendarmes are coming from below, ; Their jackets are shining from afar. ; The lieutenant and captain are leading the way, ; Straight down the wide Kismargitka. ; ; – Good evening, you deceitful innkeeper, ; Where is this beautiful old colt? ; – Its owner is rascally inside, ; Now is the time, he hasn't even had half an hour. ; ; – Send its owner out, ; Either he comes out or he gives himself up. ; – I'll go and give myself up, ; Whoever is a rascal, take my horse. ; ; – I don’t feel sorry for my horse that much, ; I feel sorry for the hair on it. ; Under the hair is my underwear, ; My hundred thousand forints lie there. ; ; I gave a hundred forints for the horse, ; Another hundred for a suitable hair, ; A third for a beautiful brunette girl, ; Whom I wouldn’t give for the wide world.