My iron pot is a copper pot.

1. My iron pot, my copper vessel, ; There is no more beautiful vase than yours. ; Wash the vase, little girl, so the vase embraces me, ; So the vase embraces me. ; ; 2. When you enter the church, ; Cross yourself. ; I cannot cross myself, I am a Calumnist, ; I am a Calumnist. ; ; 3. Hey, Budapest, Budapest, ; Lie down beside me, you weak one, ; I do not lie beside the vase, only beside the vase's daughter, ; Only beside the vase's daughter. ; ; 4. Oh, my sorrow, my sorrow, ; We will not cut any more reeds. ; Even if we cut a little, yes, but a little, ; Alas, but a little.