Green Marci (Until then, gather me, my Martin)

Gather me, my Márton, ; Until I spin my fluff. ; If it doesn't die by then, ; I'll tie another one to the spinning wheel. ; ; My third spindle is already spinning, ; My heart is waiting for your heart, ; Come, Marci, I'll knock you in, ; Alas, but I'm waiting for you with a pure heart. ; ; I keep my closed door open, ; My beautiful dove, I'll knock you in, ; I'll make a chair, I'll make you sit down, ; I'll make a bed, I'll lay you down. ; Let's drink, let's eat, if we're full, ; We can still sleep well until morning. ; ; I see the sky as dark as a cloud, ; A heavy cloud threatens, ; The breeze blows like a gun, ; I tremble from the spires. ; ; I asked Marci to the skies, ; So that he wouldn't go to a gun, ; But he did not bow to my request, ; He brought sorrow to my heart. ; ; Allow me, my beautiful angel, ; I did not act out of mistake, ; An enemy attacked me, ; I lost my hope. ; ; When he took the happy farewell, ; He put his mouth to mine, ; He kissed me for the last time, ; He mounted his horse like that. ; ; His horse returned three times, ; How he carried him here and there, ; Perhaps he felt our love, ; Our unfortunate case. ; ; If Zöld Marci finds himself lost, ; Death seizes me too: ; Because with him there is no life; Now for me there is only judgment.