The Tisza River is turbulent
Song
The Tisza is muddy, ; It doesn't want to clear up. ; Because the poor Hungarian child ; He wants as much as he wants. ; ; He wants as much as he wants, ; He wants to buy a horse. ; Even at night in Nagycsongrád ; He wants as much as he wants. ; ; Fly, bird, fly, ; Through the Tisza. ; Tell my dove, ; I am a prisoner alone. ; ; If you are a prisoner, my rose, ; And I am sick. ; If the good God helps me, ; I will recover now.