My yard, my yard

1. My yard, my yard, ; My beautiful round yard, ; It no longer sweeps ; My weak arm. ; My weak arm. ; ; 2. In the middle of my yard ; There is a small apple tree, ; Under it is tied ; A red bay stallion. ; ; 3. He is saddled up, ; And bridled up, ; Come, my dear rose, ; Let us travel on it. ; ; 4. There are two roads before me, ; Which one should I take? ; I have three lovers, ; Which one should I say goodbye to? ; ; 5. I say goodbye to one, ; The other is angry, ; And so my heart ; Never rests. ; ; 6. Bakony is my homeland, ; The terrible wilderness, ; From which, when I come out, ; My heart is almost sick.