Lyrics and vocal melody: Traditional from Hungary
The wind is blowing cold, the leaves of the fig tree shiver, and the water is cold. Weep for me lover, if they take me to prison. If the chains ever break and I am free again, let no one remind me I was once in the Miskoltc jail.
The wind is blowing cold, the leaves of the fig tree shiver, and the water is cold. Weep for me lover, if they take me to prison. If the chains ever break and I am free again, let no one remind me I was once in the Miskoltc jail.