Szerelem, Szerelem

Love, love
Accursed torment
Why didn't you bloom
On top of every tree?

On top of every tree
On the walnut tree leaf
How it would have split
Every girl and boy
Because I also split

I let it slip away
I also split
And I let it slip away
Oh, but I would still split

If I found the good
If I found the good, the beautiful
For my old lover
And for my old lover
What wouldn't I do

I would measure the water
From the sea with a spoon
And from the bottom of the sea
I would pick small pearls
And for my old lover
I would make a pearl wreath