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Across the Tisza, two lovers play in each other's laps
Song
Beyond the Tisza, two lovers play in each other's laps, ; Now they confess their love to each other. ; A young man looks at the white foam on the water, ; Well, the girl looks at the bright stars in the sky. ; ; The lark has landed on the roof of our house, ; Don't grieve my heart, Mariska. ; Because if you grieve my weak heart too much, ; You'll soon find me dead.