The bird landed on the tree.
When I think of you,
My heart will tremble;
I thought of you,
Petite girl,
You are the biggest in the world.
The biggest diamond!
The danube is flooded,
It might be urgent.
My heart swelled.
That boiling enthusiasm.
Ross, do you love me?
I love you very much,
Your parents' love,
Not as good as mine.
I know you love me,
When we are together.
It was a hot summer,
This is a cold winter.
If you don't love me,
God bless you,
If you still love me,
God bless you!
1846 1 1 in Perth after 20th.
Translated by Xing Wansheng
This article is written in folk songs and is very popular in Hungary. Petofi was killed before he died.
Hungarian musicians compose music and sing it to this day. This little poem has been translated into more than sixty languages so far.
Mandarin.