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The wild pigeon flew to the top of the poplar tree Oh, it was a long time ago, but it will be a long time I deny, I deny My little thatched house burned down this week I'm bored with my life, I'm going up to Budapest Little dog, big dog doesn't bark in vain The snarl doesn't rattle Come in the evening, late at night Wings, wings , wings of the bird I hold my horse Green is the, green is the latticed gate painted In the meadow, in the meadow, in the Körösztös meadow Bazsa Mári's goose There are thirteen ruffles on my skirt I'm looking for a lover The water of the Danube is flowing