The horse's foot tripped over a root (The rain falls, quietly and softly)

It is raining, it is dripping beautifully and quietly, ; Csali Pista is coming to the tavern. ; The tavern owner should bring wine to the table, ; She should put her most beautiful daughter on the post. ; ; – My mother, I am not going to the post, ; Armed gendarmes are coming that way. ; Csali Pista did not take this as a joke, ; He jumped on the back of the little horse. ; ; The little horse took him far, ; All the way to the edge of the Bakony forest. ; The horse's leg tripped over a pine tree, ; That's how they captured Csali Pista forever. ; ; They put Csali Pista on the cart, ; He asks where his little horse is. ; The gendarme captain replies: ; – Csali Pista, you are no longer riding a horse. ; ; I will send a message to my wife, ; Take care of my children. ; Don't raise them to be either a coachman or a horseman, ; Let them be taught that lesson as a horseman. ; ; – I grew up, I became a horseman, not a horseman, ; I take a whip in my hand, a hoop. ; I saddle my horse with its hooves, ; I kick the stars with it.