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The summer will come

Watch it as the wind descends into the valley
It talks about old dreams
But we forgot them and the light
In our hearts went out
Wait! Because it's not a shame if it hurts
I'm bemused by this landscape too
And the summer will come to the Upland1too!
 
Greetings, my old friend, I hope you're doing well
And that you've found your desires, far away, where your fate took you
A couple of years have passed and many things have changed here
But unfortunately there's no change regarding the most important thing
Sometimes it's worse, imagine the most recent thing:
They wanted to forbid us to sing our anthem
I know it pisses you off, it angers me too
That politics take a dump on our heads to this extent
And our political parties prefer to swim with the current
Because why should we stick together when we could have dissension?
Though what matters is so simple
Since we are of the same blood, no matter what they write on Index2
By the way, come to a DAC3match once
It patches up wounds like a medic on the field
We sing 'Without you'4and proud flags are flying
The fine voices of ten thousand unbreakable throats
It's the last bastion of the Upland
Colors, under which we would bravely board the same barge
It's enlightening that sport and music brings us together
And politics tear us apart to a thousand factions...
 
Watch it as the wind descends into the valley
It talks about old dreams
But we forgot them and the light
In our hearts went out
Wait! Because it's not a shame if it hurts
I'm bemused by this landscape too
And the summer will come to the Upland too!
 
My dear friend, I hope my letter will find you
Now I'm going to write what I've wanted to since a long time
It's one thing that you've named your daughter Helena
But a Hungarian child should attend a Hungarian kindergarten
You've made the same choice regarding her school, this is who you are
Let's go my daughter, time to not learn about what Endre Ady5wrote!
I know of course that your intentions were good
But what you've achieved, is that she sweats to form Hungarian sentences
Because a Hungarian is not someone whose grandfather was Hungarian
But someone who has a grandchild who wants to remain Hungarian
I'm an Uplandian my friend, not a foreigner
I believe people shouldn't hate my guts
But that's what they do, on both banks of the Danube6
But if I have to suffer for who I am, I will take it in stride
In Komárom7they play the Klapka March8at noon
In the light breeze the proud trumpet solo is still soaring
My motherland, my life, my desires and my grave
Are all tied to this land and I'll have this written on my tombstone:
'I was born Hungarian, I lived among Hungarians
I will die as a Hungarian and my blood will be Hungarian!'
 
(2x)
Watch it as the wind descends into the valley
It talks about old dreams
But we forgot them and the light
In our hearts went out
Wait! Because it's not a shame if it hurts
I'm bemused by this landscape too
And the summer will come to the Upland too!
 
  • 1.
  • 2. Index.hu is one of Hungary's most read news portals.
  • 3. DAC is a Slovakian football club that is popular among the Hungarian minority in Slovakia.
  • 4. A song by the Hungarian band, Ismerős Arcok (Familiar Faces).
  • 5. A great Hungarian poet (1877-1919).
  • 6. The second-longest river in Europe.
  • 7. A city in Hungary on the south bank of the Danube.
  • 8.


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17.03.2025

Our World is Beautiful (Villagers' Reprise)





From the highest point in the sky (To the end of the mines)
Where is the spark? (That illuminates us)
 

What did it look like?
If only we knew
If only this kingdom
Would become beautiful again
 


17.03.2025

Rain





Struggled, waiting for sun
The city tired of rains
You slept, crying, swallowing blood
When the dawn was seen on the horizon
 

I never complaint about fate
Even if it turned my morning into evening
With this evening, it brought
My heart that was left away
 

Little by little, it rained
My heart shattered into little pieces
When it became morning againi
'Do you love me?' - I asked
 

You never asked for anything
You admired my eyebrows and eyes a thousand times
Stroking your black hair,
I lost myself this night
 

Struggled, waiting for sun
The city tired of rains
Where do you go, swallowing blood?
Where would the dawn lead me?
 


17.03.2025

Sawah Lettuces





Sawah lettuces spread out all over the ricefields
Sawah lettuces spread out all over the ricefields
The boy's mother came by to pick some sawah lettuce
The boy's mother came by to pick some sawah lettuce
Without looking, she grabbed a bunch and left
The sawah lettuces has now been brought back home
 

In the morning, the sawah lettuces are sold at the market
In the morning, the sawah lettuces are sold at the market
Laid out in rows, all tied up as well to be sold
Laid out in rows, all tied up as well to be sold
The girl's mother bought some while carrying a woven basket
The sawah lettuces are now ready to be cooked
 

Sawah lettuces are placed in a pot of boiling water
Sawah lettuces are placed in a pot of boiling water
Half-cooked, it's then strained to be eaten as a side dish
Half-cooked, it's then strained to be eaten as a side dish
With two plates of rice and nasnaran, sitting on a divan
The sawah lettuce is eaten with rice
 


17.03.2025

The Little Bunch of Rushes





O maiden of the finest rushes1
What a pity for you that my bundle has come undone
Would you come with me, just the two of us
Under the bank of the wood with the brightest flowers
No priest would ever hear of it
Nor any living soul
Until the birds start to talk in human language
And the blackbird starts speaking Greek.
 

I’ve no stockings nor shoes
Not even a stool to sit down on
I haven't a penny in the whole wide world
Unless Jesus Christ should take pity on me
My trousers are threadbare
And as you know, my blanket is worn out
Yet still there are plenty of women in the taverns
Who chase after me just for the price of a drink
 

Oh, did you think to entice me, young man
With your flattery? Well, it did you no good
There’s many a sensible girl
Carrying a load who has been led astray
But I myself would rather carry heavy loads
And drag them till the day I die
Than have your child on my knee
Asking for news of you when you're nowhere to be found
 
  • 1. Rushes are a kind of grass-like plant used to make floor coverings and furniture, traditionally collected by young women. The motif of gathering rushes often has sexual connotation in folk songs of the British Isles and Ireland in both English and Irish. This song is no exception.