Via Szerdahely station

Through Szerdahely station, ; Thirteen white doves fly over. ; Thirteen white doves, white doves, Chuhai is not a pair, ; Don't follow me, brown boy, now. ; ; My mother waved a lot, in vain, ; I didn't listen to my mother's words. ; They beat my orphan, my orphan outlaw's head, ; I have no lover to bind my wound. ; ; If you get tired of loving me, little angel, ; You are free to look for another lover. ; May God give you something better, better, Chuhai than me, ; And for me, only someone like you were.