Ógyallai Lily of the Valley Cemetery

1. Ógyallai lily-of-the-valley cemetery, ; The meadow is covered with red blood. ; A gentle breeze always says, ; You understand, baby, you have to suffer a lot. ; ; 2. A brown boy one Sunday afternoon ; Baby-loving, I was walking outside on the street. ; He tricked her into walking into the forest, ; That they would pick lilies of the valley there. ; ; 3. I will shoot four shots, but it is sharp, ; Of which, baby, three will be enough for you. ; A fourth into my own heart, ; I will fall on my baby's dead body. ; ; 4. The next morning they search everywhere, ; They search, but they are nowhere to be found. ; But at last they found her dead, ; Two lovers were lying on top of each other. ; ; 5. Fathers, mothers, learn from this, ; What can be done with two sweet loves. ; Do not look at that great care, ; Only at that great happiness in the heart.