When I walked towards the station even the trees were crying
Song
When I walked towards the station, even the trees were crying, ; The falling leaves of the aspen tree, they all mourn me. ; Cry, cry, aspen tree, fall on my baby's shoulder, ; Whisper in her ear, it hurts, but my heart hurts for her. ; ; My mother's rose tree, I am its most beautiful branch, ; I am the most beautiful soldier of Ferenc Jóska. ; A hundred and twenty sharp needles press on my shoulder, my heart is filled with sorrow, ; I must leave my dear baby here, my heart is dying of sorrow.