Green Marci (Gather your brains, my Mártony)

Gather up my mind, Martin, ; While I do not spin my hair. ; Because if I spin my hair, ; I will close my door. ; ; It is already twelve o'clock, ; My soul and heart are waiting for you. ; Come then, I will forgive you, ; Alas, I am waiting for you with a pure heart. ; ; The cock crows at dawn, ; Come to the window of my house. ; Who is knocking at my door, ; Perhaps he has heard my voice. ; ; If Martin finds death, ; Let death take me away too. ; Because without him this life, ; For me it is only a trial.