A bánat kovácsa [English translation]

If sadness were gold

I would be a rich man

I would sell all of it

I would buy smiles from its price

I would give it to the Hungarian for free

Let him be happy again

Don't let any more Hungarian tears fall

Into the dust for nothing!

But sadness is a steel blade

My fate is its blacksmith

On its iron anvil

Its sparks fly

If this spark ignites a fire

It'll set everything ablaze

Its sacred bonfire, reaching for the sky

Brings news of freedom