You are mine again
My wife is coming from the village, Her bag is full of meat.
We have meat, but no bread,
Bring, my daughter, some flour.
My Erzsike, you are mine again.
I have eaten, I drank as well, quarrelled all evening.
My wife has gone away,
My poverty stayed.
Oh, my God, what have you done to me?
When Erzsi left me,
Nobody came from the village. When I looked out after her,
I saw her on the road.
My Erzsike, you are mine again.