Slabo divanim mađarski [English translation]

I don't speak Hungarian very well

Only a little bit

and what I do know is not correct

I speak with my hands fluently

and use my smile well

But I can't speak Hungarian

Come on teach me, for pity's sake

I never would have thought

I would need to know it so much

Your ink-like eyes

like ripe, black Spanish cherries

your sugary lips

like Riesling from last year's harvest

Dry grass, it's so noisy

like a bride's petticoat

but what's the point in my preaching

when I can't translate it for you

Oh, where will you find a better boyfriend

for this price?

Don't be a fool, my dear you

could live for an eternity

and never find anybody

like me guitars

Who will love you more

and who will lie to you as nicely

I don't really know St. Thomas

but I arrive at your house

quietly snapping matches

and hope that maybe you'll hear me

but the windows are still

and those lace curtains

only fire can set them alight

your hands

Oh, where will you find a better boyfriend

for this price?

May you be happy

him and you

I will move away immediately

but tie me onto a silk thread

like a bell

and just pull when you want

and I will ring for you

I don't speak Hungarian very well

only a little, and that little bit

I learned in school books

that I stopped reading by the eighth page

Old women bewitched me

with a feather from the wings of a migratory bird

but you will sort me out

my honey bee

Oh, where will you find a better boyfriend

for this price?

Don't be silly, my dear you

could search for an eternity

and never find anybody

like me guitars

Who will love you more

and who will lie to you as nicely

Oh, where will you find a better boyfriend

for this price?

May you be happy

him and you

I will move away immediately

but tie me onto a silk thread

like a bell

and just pull when you want

and I will ring for you