The baroness's goulash is grazing beautifully.

The baroness's goulash is grazing beautifully, ; The lamb itself walks after it, ; While from afar she stands out for the goulash, ; My goulash heart, spread out your shuba. ; ; I will not spread out my shuba, ; Because they will drive in this precious goulash of mine. ; Don't think about that, my heart, goulash boy, ; My father will redeem it if I tell him. ; ; The next morning they cut down that tree, ; On which they will hang the goulash boy. ; The wind blows his gyócsinggi, his pants, ; My God, how I loved the barolash.