They beat the drum in October
Song
In October they beat the drum, ; I can't even say goodbye to you, my baby. ; I would say goodbye, sejehaj, but I don't have time anymore, ; God be with you, my old lover. ; ; Its wings, its wings, the roof of the barracks, ; There the front of the lads are shouting. ; I wish the wind would carry sejehaj, down from it, ; So that my baby could be freed. ; ; A yellow carriage goes to Somorja, ; Inside sits the assistant judge. ; He brings the recruits' letter, chuhai, ; It saddens the hearts of many a little girl.