The captain's horse is grazing beautifully.

The captain's horse is grazing beautifully, ; Because he doesn't know where his master is. ; There he lies at the foot of an aspen tree, ; Three sharp bullets, bullets in his heart. ; ; There is a weeping willow on the battlefield, ; Beneath it a seventy-two-year-old man lies dead. ; His comrades are digging his grave with sorrow, ; The girls of Radvány are tying his mourning wreath. ; ; I stand, I stand alone on the lake shore, ; My mother comes along, she gets out. ; How can a mother have such a heart, ; Oh, that she would deny her son from her.