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The wild pigeon is picking pure wheat
Song
1. Hey, the wild pigeon is picking pure wheat,
Oh, but the Tárkány bell rings beautifully.
It beats so beautifully on both sides,
Hey, I loved you, little angel, in vain.
2. Hey, I gave pure wheat to the bird,
Yesterday they buried my mother.
My mother is gone, my lover has also left me,
Oh, my God, I am a real orphan.
Oh, but the Tárkány bell rings beautifully.
It beats so beautifully on both sides,
Hey, I loved you, little angel, in vain.
2. Hey, I gave pure wheat to the bird,
Yesterday they buried my mother.
My mother is gone, my lover has also left me,
Oh, my God, I am a real orphan.