For Saturday evening

On Saturday evening, ; The clock strikes eight, ; Every unmarried girl ; Stands at the gate. ; ; Sweet Mariska, ; She would stand too, ; If the starry sky ; Hadn't been overcast. ; ; It was overcast, overcast, ; It got dark, ; For sweet Mariska ; It became a sad evening. ; ; My dear good Mariska, ; What's wrong with you? ; That the front of your skirt ; So soon became short? ; ; The tailor didn't cut it well, ; The seamstress didn't sew it well, ; Let the starry sky beat me, ; The one who ruined it. ; ; Beat me, beat me, ; Don't leave me undefeated, ; For thirty-six months ; Let me shiver with cold. ; ; Beat me, beat me, ; Don't leave me undefeated, ; That deceitful old man ; The one who ruined it. ; ; And if that's not enough, ; Let there be a tremor, ; Let the ; Faithful love come to mind. ; ; Executioners, executioners, ; That's my request, ; My little flowery garden, ; Let me take a look at it one more time. ; ; My flowers, my flowers, ; You bloom beautifully, ; So that if I'm dead, then ; You too wither. ; ; Executioners, executioners, ; I have one more request, ; My snow-white clothes ; Let me put them on one more time. ; ; My clothes, my clothes, ; You too turn yellow, ; When I'm no longer here, ; You too perish. ; ; The Balaton is flowing, ; It carries the water, ; To sweet Mariska; Now they're digging the ground. ; ; Dig, dig, ; It won't harm, ; Every unmarried girl ; Take care of yourself. ; ; Take care, take care, ; The deceitful world. ; So that it doesn't deceive him ; His dear baby.