All the way through the village of Csucsom
Song
1. All the way, all the way, All the way through the village of Chucsom, ; Roses grow along the hedge, ; Two or three grow on every branch, ; Oh, my God, who will be my partner. ; ; 2. If it really has to be so, ; That I have to leave Chucsom, ; I can leave it so easily, ; I have no lover to pity in him. ; ; 3. On the top of the Chucsom tower ; A peacock sits in pure black, ; That peacock always mourns me, ; He wants us to part.