Az Én Apám [English translation]

My father raised me like the wind,

blew quietly, sang while he was telling tales.

He lived, where every road ended

A thousand and one years are not enough for a life, not enough for a life.

I can hear him, his heart in my (guitar) strings.

I can see him, with deeper wrinkles on my face.1

To confess his faith, is a real pride.

Out of a thousand and one songs, that's the one I croon, croon.

Old days, beautiful days

I love his memory.

He calls me and I run to him,

this was the great way to play.

Old songs summon him

I can still feel the light of the sun.

I still hear the buzz of the wind,

I still hear him in the sound of the wind.

He expelled my sadness with a song,

what can I give, just the fact that I belong to him.

And I can tell to my son with pride,

that he was my father and this is my home.

Old days, beautiful days

I love his memory.

He calls me and I run to him,

this was the great way to play.

Old songs summon him

I can still feel the light of the sun.

The wind blew a lullaby to make my dream safe,

the wind blew a lullaby I can still hear it today.

1. This means, that the singer is getting older and older, and he sees his father in his reflection