I fell asleep on the banks of the Tisza River.

I fell asleep on the banks of the Tisza, ; Oh, what a sad dream I had, ; I dreamed that one, ; My baby, I won't be yours. ; ; When I woke up in the morning, ; Three gendarmes were standing in front of me. ; All three asked, ; Do you have a draft letter? ; ; Gentlemen gendarmes, what do you want? ; Maybe you want to draft me? ; If they take me, I don't mind either, ; I only feel sorry for my lover. ; ; The Tisza flows downwards, ; It doesn't flow back anymore. ; My baby's kiss dries on me, ; If you feel sorry, give it back.