A keresés eredménye

Adieu, My Little Treasure

Adieu, my little treasure, I am now leaving this place
Unwillingly, out of must, I don't know what to do
But I still believe, that one day I will return
One way or another, I will love you as long as I live
You know, my rose, when, even if not that often
I used to play with you, even if not that often
My blood still boils for you, especially when wine ignites it
 
Long as I live, my dove, I will not forget you
I will never banish you from my mind, my mood
Wherever I go, I will talk about you
That is how much, I confess, I love you from all my heart
I yearn for you when I'm not next to you
I can't love anyone else, my rose, in your place
You also know this, you love it, you're fond of me as a person
 
How difficult it is for me to part with you
With whom I had such amusement from time to time
When I almost hadn't a sanctuary at your house
Neither a home with your beautiful self as I would've liked
This is the end of my poem, what do they call me?
The sorrowful-hearted, crying for his life
They call me myself, you, my rose, they call my little treasure
 

They Have Stolen My Heart

They have stolen my heart, I can feel it
I also know the one who'd stolen it
I am yours, I am your slave
I am your tied up prisoner, my darling
 
You are a fortunate and kind thief
But if you have now robbed me, don't leave me either
I am yours, I am your slave
I am your tied up prisoner, my darling
 
Who my heart had stolen
Left their own in its place
But they didn't leave it without sorrow
Because it has ignited the fire of my heart
 
So do not nurture, my heart, my suffering
Do not be happy, my treasure, about my death
Let me be amused instead
With you, I will celebrate how I want, my heart!
 

O, My Heart, What Are You Thinking Of?

Oh, my heart, what are you thinking of?
My violet, why don't you speak?
Rare is the wheat, rare
In which there isn't a knot
Rare is the love
In which there isn't a fault
More beautiful, better than myself
O, your heart will not find
O, your heart will not find
 

It Is Cloudy, It Has Gone Now

It is cloudy, it has gone now
The shining light of the sun
Come inside, my rose, come inside
I am by myself in here
You're not to leave my house
Until my three candles have burned down
 
In the forests, in the meadows
Little doves are singing
Come inside, my rose, come inside
I am by myself in here
You're not to leave my house
Until my three candles have burned down
 
But at the moment we
Continue doing our things differently
Come inside, my rose, come inside
I am by myself in here
You're not to leave my house
Until my three candles have burned down
 

The Turk and the Cows

Versions: #1
There was once a Turk, Mehemet
He had never seen cows before
Mehemet did not know either
What cows are like
 
Then, one time Mehemet
Saw a bunch of cows
I am Mehemet
We are the cows
 
Mehemet is surprised
At what cows are like
Mehemet is counting
How many kind of cows there are
 
Mehemet had counted
Three kinds of cows
White one, black one, and spotted one
Do not grab the cow's tail
 
Mehemet is surprised
By what cows are like
Mehemet did not know this
And the cows kicked him over