Two sprigs of rosemary with their branches bent to the ground
Song
1. Two sprigs of rosemary, its branches bend to the ground, ; There is no scythe that can cut them down, ; Then the autumn wind, the dew, will cut them down, ; Little Csárdás girl, you can stay for yourself. ; ; 2. This brown girl says to take it, ; She doesn't ask how I can support myself, ; I steal so much into the dark night, ; I drink good wine, I'll go out into the world. ; ; 3. The moonlight shone in between two windows, ; My baby is combing herself there, ; The wind blows her curly hair in a hundred directions, ; You see, my dear, you didn't really love me. ; ; 4. The moonlight shone in between two windows, ; My baby is having her wedding now, ; I'll go to her wedding too, ; Let me embrace her as a beautiful bride.