When the evening bell rings, nine o'clock in the evening
Singing
1. When the vespers are blown at nine o'clock in the evening, ; I go into the barracks and look up at the shelf, ; There is nothing on it but a wretched sackcloth ; If my beloved saw it, his heart would burst. ; ; 2. I write my name in the four corners of my blanket, ; I give it to you, I give it to a Hungarian child. ; Let him read it crying, the bagpiper, ; We still have many sad days in the barracks.