Magyarbőd
Wheat wheat cornflower
Song
1. Wheat, wheat, cornflower,The whole world scolds me,The whole world talks about me,But the wind blows it all away.2. Under the gardens of Magyarbőd,Three mad dogs bark.Barking at the young men,Because they love young women.3. I sowed wheat in the cross,Do you remember me, my ba...
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I won't go to the spinner anymore.
Song
1. I will no longer go to the spinning wheel, ; Nor sing at my baby's window. ; You can put yourself out, my unfaithful baby, ; I will not take your dream out of your eyes. ; ; 2. Yellow primrose, red primrose are blooming, ; My lover is now setting the spinning wheel. ; I will a...
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The swallow nests under the eaves
Song
1. The swallow nests under the eaves,What's wrong with you, my dear?Summer red apples taste good,Taste it, my dear, but it tastes good.2. I am not the cause of anything,My mother is the cause of everything.She taught me those,The evening kisses.
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Wheat is wheat, but a beautiful field of wheat
Song
1. Wheat, wheat, but a beautiful field of wheat,It bends out onto the Sarkad road,Girls with squinty eyes reap it,Oh, but they also lay it neatly across.2. Why do I go to church anymore,I don't see my baby in the queue.I cast my deceitful eyes up and down,I don't see my old lover...
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Where have you been, little girl, so early?
Song
1. Where have you been, little girl, so early,I saw your shoes, they're already dewy.I've been to the rose garden, I've been weeding violas,It reminded me.&nbsp, 2. Did you bring me a viola?Let me put it on my csárdás hat.Let the world know that we love each other,It reminded...
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I bought a scarf, a silk scarf, it cost a hundred forints.
Song
1. I bought a scarf, a silk scarf, it cost a hundred forints, ; My rose is withering in the barracks, ; I'm selling my hundred-forint silk scarf, ; So that I can buy back my soldier lover. ; ; 2. A little singing lark landed on our house. ; Don't make my heart sad, Mariska. ; Bec...
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The eagle flew from well to well
Song
1. The eagle flew to the well, to the well,My rose, my rose, don't tempt me.I'm tempted, I'm tempted, I'm tempted,A flower more beautiful than you, more beautiful than you, more beautiful than you.2. Magyarbődi, Magyarbődi, Magyarbődi, at the bottom of the mountain,The leg of my ...
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