A keresés eredménye

The ballad of the sister and the brother

Fair Maiden speaks to her mother
'Have I no dear brother here?'
 
'Your brother, so bold
He is in the power of the Black Count'
 
And the Maiden walks to the stable
A fair frost falls
There she looks upon all the horses
How well the dance goes on
 
She looks upon the white, she looks upon the gray
She lays the gold saddle on the black
 
And the Maiden rides to the Black Count's estate
There stands the Countess combing her hair out
 
'Show me the way to the blue tower'
'No, neither knights nor maidens may go there'
 
But the Maiden spurs her good walker (horse)
Thus she rides to the blue tower
 
'Hear, my brother, what I say to you
Why did you let yourself be bound and captured?'
 
'Four did not bind me, five did not bind me
Five thousand of the Count's men bound me'
 
'I stand here a Maiden and not a man
They could not bind even my one hand'
 
And the Maiden kicked on the door with her foot
The iron nails flew against her brother
 
She pulled the fetters from off his legs
And put instead the Countess therein
 
Then she put her brother back on the walker (horse)
They rode away slowly/unhurriedly
 
But when they came into the rose garden
There she met the Count
 
And the Maiden swings her walker around
Five thousand men she laid in a ring (i.e. around on the ground)
 
And the Maiden shakes her bloody sword
'Know, Black Count, that you are worth this (i.e. deserve it)'
 
And when they came to the Mother's yard
Out in front of her stands her mother
 
'My mother, I promised you thus'
A fair frost falls
'That we would come home, the two of us'
How well the dance goes on
 

Bird in the distance

The cuckoo of joy crew in the east
and the one of bliss in the south
I happily went out to meet you
when my youth had its spring
Now I write a poem thereof
and the longing that stings
 
The cuckoo of pensiveness crew in the west
and the one of wisdom in the north
Ever have my days resounded
with this noise of sorrow
I've only learned of fair promises
and betrayal come morrow
 
Sing, sing bird in the distance
Tell me, why won't my love come
 
The cuckoo of wealth rules above
and the cuckoo of death warbles below
Far more than gold and riches
I wished for him to keep
Vainly did my wish however vanish
as I go to my final sleep