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The sun has set
Why mustn't I love you
Her beautiful blues eyes
Listen, Gypsies
Bad brew
I was born in a rosebush
I have a sweetheart
No letters have come
I court the beautiful ladies
Corn and nettles
The dance begins
A leaf is falling
I am looking for an old street
It is a prayer
A Horgosi Czardas
A cloud covers the forest
I rain away from my beautiful home country
Nothing, my darling, nothing
Corn Kolo
A little well
My yellow filly
Mama is baking, and so is the baker
In the Gypsy tent
The sad poplar forest
The bell calls us to Vespers
My little Czardas hat
Rain is silently falling
The forest is humming
At Gyergyo or even Father away
Below the mountain of Csitar
Palko Csinom
You don't need money to be happy
A winter with frost patterns on the windows
I turned towards the kitchen
I deny, I deny
Fresh Czardas
Street of Acacias
My beautiful rose
A little cottage on the hill
They are singing in the spinning mill
Never grumble at me!
I am afraid in the crowd of Gipsies
Gypsy Czardas
Fast Gypsy Czardas
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