The hay was cut across the Tisza

1. The hay was cut across the Tisza. ; The right wing of the little lark was cut off. ; The little lark cries for its right wing, ; I cry for my old baby too. ; ; 2. The warm rain is dripping across the Tisza, ; A little brown girl is lamenting in her room. ; Everyone opens the small window of their room, ; There she waits for her sorrowful baby. ; ; 3. The little meadow is barren, ; In the middle of it there is a mournful cemetery. ; I walk there, I drive the goulash there, ; I look for the grave of my lover. ; ; 4. I plant a forget-me-not on his grave, ; I cannot show greater love. ; I fall on him, I cry over him for a long time, ; Until the dirt on his grave turns to mud.