László Polgár sings a folksong by Kodály

Hey, the price of wine from Mohi Vintage is twenty forint.
If I had enough Hungarian banknotes I'd pay that much.
If I could get Kossuth banknotes
I'd put my arm at once around my darling's waist.
Hey, I sold my oxen, whose horns were decorated with flowers.
I should plough, but I have nothing: no beautiful land, no heir,
no oxen, no banknotes - do you hear that, Janko?
All the money is no longer valid, the rye-field lies fallow.