Dunatuli Ugros [Hungary]
Esik az esö, ázik a heveder,
Gyenge lábamat, szoritja a kengyel,
Bársony lekötés szoritja lovamat,
Nehéz karabély nyomja a vállamat.
Megjött a levél fekete pecséttel,
Megjött a muszka százezer emberrel,
Négyszáz ágyuvál áll a harc mezején,
Igy hát, jo anyám, elmasírozok én.
Translation
It's raining, the saddle girth is getting wet,
My tired leg aches from being in the stirrup,
The girth padding is squeezing my horse.
The heavy rifle hurts my shoulder,
It's raining, the saddle girth is getting wet,
My tired leg aches from being in the stirrup,
The girth padding is squeezing my horse,
The heavy rifle hurts my shoulder.
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