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