Fly, bird, fly
Fly to Menaság
Sit on the shoulder
Of my sweetheart
Take my letter, bird,
And carry it
To my father and mother
And to my promised spouse
If they ask you how I am
Tell them I am a prisoner
In the prison of love
I'm knee deep in iron
You are a prisoner, my rose
I am ill
When you come to me
I will be healed
Fly, bird, fly
Fly to Menaság
Sit on the shoulder
Of my sweetheart
If they ask you how I am
Tell them I am a prisoner
In the prison of love
I'm knee deep in iron