All this did not happen in Budapest -
Things so romantic do not happen there.
The gentle members of our company
Climbed on the cart, but a cart drawn by oxen,
Two pairs of oxen formed the postilion.
And down the dusty high-road with the ox-cart
The four oxen quietly wandered on.
The night was light. A pallid moon was shining;
Wove in and out from behind tattered clouds,
Like a sad lady seeking in the graveyard
Her husband's grave in between tired crowds.
A mercurial wind came to the meadows
Stole sweet fragrance from grasses, and was gone...
Along the dusty high-road with the ox-cart
The four oxen quietly wandered on.
I myself was in that company, and
I was sitting next to gentle 'Lisabet -
The other members of the company
Were talking or singing a chansonette.
I was lost in dreams and said to 'Lisabet:
"Shall we select a star now for our own?"
Along the dusty high-road with the ox-cart
The four oxen quietly wandered on.
"Shall we select a star now for our own?"
Repeated 1, dreaming aloud, to 'Lisabet,
"The star will guide us back in future days
To memories of past-time happiness
If fate should separate us from each other..."
And so we chose a star for our own.
Along the dusty high-road with the ox-cart
The four oxen quietly wandered on.