Vilma Szabó on Thursday evening

1. Vilma Szabó on Thursday evening, ; She lay down in front of the machine, ; The driver whistled three times, ; Get up, Vilma, the machine is cutting off. ; ; 2. But Vilma didn't take it as a joke, ; She jumped into the Becser inn, ; She ordered the innkeeper's daughter, ; To bring out ten liters of wine for Vilma. ; ; 3. Vilma Szabó is being interrogated by ten gendarmes, ; Her lover is listening at the door, ; Come on, Vilma, confess your actions, ; Where did you put your three children. ; ; 4. I put one at the foot of the fig tree, ; I threw another into the bottom of the Tisza, ; Now I am the murderer of the third, ; My God, why have I become a stepmother. ; ; 5. Vilma Szabó is being pursued by ten gendarmes, ; Her lover looks at her from the door, ; Don't look, don't look at my sorrowful life, ; I have suffered all this for you.