The pig is walking down the marsh edge

1. The pig is running, down on the marshy shore,
I held a lover, but a long time ago.
If I did, I suffered for him,
Crazy world, don't throw up in my eyes.

2. Csaplarosné pour me an ice wine,
Let me wash the dust from my throat.
I will ease my sorrowful heart,
I will embrace my old sweetheart.


Take a small stone, ladies, 1979:

A torn crow flies into the air’,,
A bad year is coming for the poor lad.
The girls mock and laugh at him,
Poverty is a pity, but a clumsy curse.