From Rimaszombat
Song
1. From Rimaszombat; The breeze is blowing, ; I heard bad news; About the fate of my baby. ; ; 2. The prison of Sámbat; It is made of stone, ; But many mothers; Walk beneath it crying. ; ; 3. Don't cry, my mother, ; That's how it should be, ; In every good family; There must be one bad one. ; ; 4. I am a wage earner, a wage earner, ; I am saddled, ; The new year is here, ; The cart is coming for me. ; ; 5. I pity my ox, ; My iron yoke, ; My copper comet, ; My brown lover.