"Szeretném harsogni kétkedők fülébe, Szeretném égetni reszketők lelkébe, Lángbetűkkel írni véres magyar égre: Ez a hit a fegyver, hatalom és élet, Ezzel porba zúzod minden ellenséged, Ezzel megválthatod minden szenvedésed!" NEM NEM SOHA!!!💔
Now on the prairie, in the heat of summer, mirage sways Fires burn, the light is blinding, the world is shining On top of hills, wine is being harvested The old willow trees become bridal bouquets The silky meadow is green gold, the lake is blue silver On silent nights, the tárogató cries out ever so quietly Where those four rivers roam Where it is good to suffer Where so much precioud blood was spilt The wind tells the tale of a millenia The horn sounds on the ancient mountaintop There's a soldier on the Hargita On the holy tops of Transylvania, flies The Hungarian turul bird flies back Where those four rivers roam Where it is good to suffer Where, above a fairy tale-like lake The sun is chuckling and watching her fiery face Where legends are born, songs fly The horn sounds, the old brave one And where Transylvania's blue top stands The Hungarian turul bird flies back Where those four rivers roam Where it is good to suffer Where so much precioud blood was spilt The song sounds, Kolozsvár returns The horn sounds on the ancient mountaintop There's a soldier on the Hargita On the holy tops of Transylvania, flies The Hungarian turul bird flies back T aken from lyricstranslate.com
