Текст песни Колыбельные народов мира - Венгерская колыбельная

The spring wind will blow up the flood
My flower, my flower,
Every bird chooses a loved one
My flower, my flower.
Now who should I choose
My flower, my flower,
You - me, and I - you,
My flower, my flower.
The green ribbon is light clothing
My flower, my flower,
After all, the wind blows it easily
My flower, my flower.
And the veil is a heavy garment
My flower, my flower,
After all, sadness crushes her
My flower, my flower