Zsére

Oh, I harvested a lot this summer

Song

1. Alas, but I have reaped much in the summer, ; I have not rested myself on the bed, ; Buy me your bed, my baby, your bed, ; Let me rest myself on it. ; ; 2. The rose is sweet, when it blooms, when it blooms, ; The little girl is sweet until she is twenty years old, ; After twen... Read More

Fluffy, fluffy, but soft feathers

Song

1. Dunna, dunna, but its feathers are soft, ; Isn't it, my baby, we still sleep under it, ; May the great heavens help us, no, ever, ; We lie under it with our partner. ; ; 2. Well, what found the bed, what found it, ; That it lies like this, rocking, rocking, ; The kitten played... Read More

The little rooster crows.

Song

The little rooster crows, it's about to be dawn, ; The church bells are ringing, I have to go to take my vows, ; The candles are burning in front of the altar, but my partner is not coming here, ; I have lost my little girl's judgment, while I am sitting, I am sorry. ; ; The cand... Read More

My yard, my yard, my beautiful round yard

Song

My yard, my yard, my beautiful round yard, ; My weak arm no longer sweeps, ; I have swept enough, let someone else sweep too, ; I loved you, my baby, let someone else love you too. Read More

Why is the child helpless?

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Note: ; Original source: Manuscript Archive of the Hungarian Academy of Sciences' Ethnographic Research Institute – 44/19. Read More

The origin of lightning

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Note: ; Original source: Manuscript Archive of the Hungarian Academy of Sciences' Ethnographic Research Institute – 44/19. Read More

The Rohadtszeg of the Zserei

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Note: ; Original source: László Mártonvölgyi: In the Land of Memories. Nyitra, 1941. 117-118. Read More