Lazlo Feher stole a stallion
Stolen from the misty mountains
Then they chased him, then they caught him
And in iron chains they bound him

Word was brought to Anathea
That her brother was in prison
"Bring me gold and six white horses
I will buy my brothers freedom"

"Judge, oh, judge, please spare my brother
I will give you gold and silver"
"I don't want your gold and silver
All I want is your sweet favor"

"Anathea, oh, my sister
Are you mad with grief and sorrow?
He will rob you of your flowers
And he'll hang me from the gallows"

Anathea did not heed him
Straight way to the judge went running
In his golden bed at midnight
There she heard the gallows groaning

Curses be that judge so cruel
Thirteen years may he lie bleeding
Thirteen doctors cannot cure him
Thirteen shelves of drugs can’t heal him
"Anathea, Anathea
Don't go out into the forest
There among the green pines standing
You will find your brother hanging"