Suicidal lover-killer (There is a large church forest above Kiráji)

There is a large church forest above Kiráji, ; The field is painted red with blood. ; The wind blows, it always only waves, ; You understand, my baby, but you have to suffer a lot. ; ; Gyula Szabó loves Jolán Horvát, ; But Jolán's parents won't let him. ; – My heart Jolán, if they don't let me love you, ; You'll see what I'll do. ; ; Gyula Szabó one Sunday afternoon, ; He proudly walked with Jolánka down the street, ; And he leads her into the green forest, ; That they will pick flowers there. ; ; First of all, he kisses her back and forth, ; He presses his happiness to his heart. ; – My heart Jolán, so that you don't belong to someone else, ; Here we will both die for each other. ; ; – I'll scold her behind my back, but it's bright, ; Three goyós will be enough for me. ; I shoot one into the heart of Gyula Szabó, ; Two more into the body of Jolánka. ; ; The next morning they searched for her, ; But the forester found her by then, ; The forester found her in the gate, ; The two bodies were lying on top of each other. ; ; – Fathers, mothers, learn from this now, ; What has become of true love, ; Do not look at that great wealth, ; But at that happiness in the heart. ; ; Three little girls dressed in white, ; Now they are taking Jolán out to the cemetery. ; Nine young men, pull the big bell, ; Now they are burying the wilted flower. ; ; It has been ten years since Jolán was buried, ; But his name is not yet forgotten, ; The daughters of the whole village mourn him, ; They weave a wreath of pearls on his grave.