Martos

A dark-haired boy knocks on my window saying good evening.

Song

1. A brown fox knocks on my window, saying good evening, ; – Give shelter, little angel, to all passengers. ; – I cannot give shelter to all kinds of passengers, ; My mother is not at home, I am alone. ; ; 2. But I will let you in because of your kind words, ; Because I, brown fo... Read More

Oh, but the water is so bad, oh, but the street in Martosi is so muddy

Song

1. Alas, but the street of Martosi is muddy, alas, but muddy, ; The young men all say, I walk proudly on it, ; They all say, they only say, I walk proudly on it, ; That's why the heels of my shoes are worn out, that's why the heels of my shoes are worn out. ; ; 2. The great barra... Read More

When I was drafted, the forest was blooming

Song

1. When I was drafted, the forest bloomed, ; My baby cried, her tears fell like a downpour, ; Her mother cries, she complains, ; Her lover was drafted, soldiers are taking him away. ; ; 2. Komárno's big barracks, but with many windows, ; But many brown little girls are doves insi... Read More

On a hill, on a hill, the little angel's house is

Song

1. On a hill is the little angel's house, on a hill is the little angel's house, ; In the middle of its yard is a trembling poplar. ; Its leaves are lacy, the language of the village speaks of me, ; The little angel is angry, she won't sit on my lap. ; ; 2. Not far from my yard i... Read More

Mother writes a letter to her soldier son

Song

1. A mother writes a letter to her soldier sons, ; Come home, my dear son, the girls are waiting for you. ; I see my beloved on the great mountains, on them, ; I turn away with tearful eyes, she mourns me. ; ; 2. A mother writes a letter to her soldier sons, ; Come home, my sweet... Read More

The Martosi to the top of the Martosi tower

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1. To the top of the Martosi, Martosi tower, ; A bird flies in pure black. ; Under its wing is that mourning letter, ; The young man from Martosi is not a soldier, just a recruit. ; ; 2. To the ditch of the Martosi, Martosi cemetery, ; I planted rosemary in its row. ; Water it so... Read More

They always talk about me in the village of Martos

Song

1. In the village of Martos they always talk about me, ; In my ear, I let it out to the wind, ; Those old, worthless people talk about me, ; That I love a little girl, I can't help it. ; ; 2. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, for that mother, ; Who raises her daughter to be... Read More

I am the branch of my mother's rose tree.

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1. My mother, rose-tree, I am the branch, ; I am the first soldier of Ferenc Jóska. ; A hundred and twenty sharp needles press on my shoulder, my heart is heavy with grief, ; I must leave my dear baby here, my heart is killing me with grief, my baby, my heart is killing me with g... Read More

They've already mowed the meadow, they haven't left a single flower

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1. The meadow has already been mowed, no flowers have been left, ; The little angel says. that I am going to another girl. ; Don't be angry, little angel, don't listen to anyone, ; That I loved you, I swear by the heavens. ; ; 2. In front of my door is a wild apple tree, three bu... Read More

Oh, but they play the piano beautifully in the Vienna barracks

Song

1. Oh, but they play the piano beautifully in the Vienna barracks, ; My baby is heard at the window, ; I know, my baby, your heart will break, ; If they take me away from you for three years. ; ; 2. To the top of the Martosi, the Martosi tower ; A bird flew in pure black, ; Under... Read More