Martos

The horse is whinnying, he already feels the abrac

Song

1. The horse neighs, he already feels the breeze, ; But many little girls open the window, ; Come, my baby, Give way to my horse, ; And then, four, five, six, seven, hot kisses for myself. ; ; 2. The hussars march on the back of the horse, ; There is no fence or ditch in front of... Read More

Oh, I got wet and cold a lot.

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1. Oh, but I got wet a lot, I was cold, ; When I walked the Italian land, ; It occurs to me that I have a homeland too, ; Hey, my black-eyed baby is there too. ; ; 2. It's not cold, but the lake is frozen, ; I could drink my little horse, the pale one, ; Come, my baby, cut a hole... Read More

I sowed red wheat in my field

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1. I sowed red wheat in my field, ; The wild pigeon eats it all, ; Come, my baby, keep my red wheat, ; I will kiss your mouth tonight. ; ; 2. There is nothing sweeter than black grapes, ; There is no more beautiful taste than the first lover, ; Because the first one really knows ... Read More

Cluj-Napoca, the capital of Transylvania

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1. The capital of Transylvania is Kolozsvár, ; I had lovers, sometimes fifty, sometimes a hundred, ; I had lovers, sometimes a hundred, ; But it would be good now if there was just one. ; ; 2. The weather is sad, I am sad myself, ; There are all beautiful girls, all false, ; Love... Read More

A ship goes fast in slow water

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1. The ship goes fast in slow water, ; Ferenc Jóska, why are you so sad? ; How could I not be, heroic Hungarians, so sad, ; The steamboat stopped at Serbia. ; ; 2. You can go either down or up, ; You will find your lover anyway, ; She has curly hair, a slender waist, ; Alas, but ... Read More

The sky is rattling in vain above my head

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1. The sky is roaring in vain above my head, ; My wheat is not beaten by the ice, ; I have secured my wheat, I have sold my lands, ; I have taken it to the great tavern of Martos. ; ; 2. Dog Jew, I do not drink brandy, ; I would rather drink Nitra visit, purer, ; Nitra flows swif... Read More

Through the Gyalla station

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1. At the Gyalla station, ; Thirteen white doves fly over, ; Thirteen white doves, white swans, swans, not a pair, ; Don't follow me, brown boy, now. ; ; 2. Cowardly boy, who has no lover, ; He doesn't even have a handkerchief sewn on, ; I'll sew my rose into lace, into roses, ; ... Read More

A soldier must go far away.

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1. A soldier must go far away, ; I leave my lover here, because there is no one to take him, ; I leave you my dearest old friend, ; Live your life with him, I don't mind. ; ; 2. I have come home, dear friend, from afar, ; Give me back my dear lover, ; I have visited seven countie... Read More

You can go either up or down.

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1. You can go either down or up, ; You won't find your lover, up, ; She has curly hair, a slender waist, ; Alas, but her skirt is hanging like pearls on her back. ; ; 2. You can go either down or up, ; Because you won't find the Hungarian anymore, ; Because the Hungarian, if it g... Read More

Brown boy, where are you driving the ox?

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1. – Brown glutton, where are you driving the ox, ; – I will tie it to my little garden rose tree, ; – There indeed, brown glutton, you will not tie it, ; The weak branch of the rose tree is broken. ; ; 2. – If I break it, I will pay the price, ; Give me a scythe, let me cut the ... Read More