My mother, I'll tell you something.
Song
1. Mother, I have something to tell you,
Unbutton the front of my little shirt,
Look at what's pressing on my heart,
Put my prayer book on it.
2. Mother, what's in your pocket,
A red apple, give me one.
I'll eat your apple, your apple,
I'm wearing the dress of Ferenc Jóska.
Unbutton the front of my little shirt,
Look at what's pressing on my heart,
Put my prayer book on it.
2. Mother, what's in your pocket,
A red apple, give me one.
I'll eat your apple, your apple,
I'm wearing the dress of Ferenc Jóska.