Puszta [English translation]

On the backs of these wild horses, riding through the land

soon as he would find a tavern, he would leave again

and when he saw a girl, he looked upon her curls

if she could be the one, that now was lost and gone

back when she'd return from war, but he still on the run

(REF)

Puszta, Puszta, drive your steed across the plain

Puszta, Puszta feel the (raging) wind again

And when he felt again tortured within

Then he would play on his old violin

Puszta Puszta, raise your Sarass and ride my friend (1)

People never heard him talking, had no words to say

But they all came running, just to hear his fiddle play

And with a tearful face, they all would watch him pace

Looking so pale and grim, tortured from deep within

and the people bowed their heads then, and were in dismay

(REF)(2x)

And when he felt again tortured within

Then he would play on his old violin

Puszta Puszta, raise your Sarass and ride my friend