Annyi bánat a szívemen,kétrét hajlott az egeken.Ha még egyet hajlott volna,szívem kettéhasadt volna.De nem kő, hogy meghasadjon,se nem viasz, megolvadjon.Kő volna is, meghasadna,viasz volna, megolvadna.
Édesanyám sok szép szava,Kit fogadtam, kit nem soha,megfogadnám, de már késő,S hull a könnyem mint az eső,Hull előmbe, hull a földre,hull a gyászos kebelembe,Árkot mos a két orcámra,mint a patak az utcákra.
My heart is filled with sadness,Like the sky heavy with clouds,Storm almost breaking out,My heart is on the edge of breaking apart.But it's not a rock, my heart can't be broken.It's not made of wax either, so it can't be melted.If it was a rock, my heart would surely be broken by now,If it was made of wax, it would have melted away by now.
I've never listened to my mother's advices,About who to meet, and who to avoid.How I would like to follow those advices, but it's too late now,And my tears are falling like rain now.Covering my clothes, and falling onto the ground,Covering my grieving bosoms*Washing out trenches on my cheeks,Like small streams do on the streets.