When I was walking home I looked out a window

1. When I was going home, I looked in through a window, ; There I saw an old woman, writing a letter to her son. ; Ink, paper are in front of her, a pen in her hand, ; This is how she writes a letter to her son on the battlefield. ; ; 2. Sweet friend, when you go home, tell my good mother, ; She should not write any more letters to the soldier's son, ; A live bullet shot through my right arm, ; I cannot write any more letters to my good mother. ; ; 3. In the Losonc public hospital, I am lying there on an iron bed, ; Come to me, my mother, in your black mourning dress, ; If you do not come, the doctor will come in pure white, ; They will carry you to the cemetery, strewn with flowers. ; ;