Barátom, mondd merre vagy? [English translation]

Tear gas bites my throat

I cover my face with a shawl

Their sword is tanning my back,

My friend, tell me where you are?

They are shooting my brother on the street.

Hungarian blood is flowing in Pest,

Police horses are treading me,

My friend, tell me where you are?

Oh-oh-ooo

Like thrown stone, the word is flying.

Oh-oh-ooo

Only one clear way is passable.

They are ravishing my daughter,

My nation, my religion,

They are torturing me deep in the prison,

My friend, tell me where you are?

In my rag soaked clothes,

In the target of the weapons,

My eye is freeze on the road,

My friend, tell me where you are?

Oh-oh-ooo

Like thrown stone, the word flies.

Oh-oh-ooo

Only one clear way is passable.

Everybody will be accounted in front of the God by his guilities,

There will be nothing hidden, what happened below the Sun,

Live and death will come on fiery horses' trace.

I tell you, everybody need to select which side wants to be on.

Oh-oh-ooo

Like thrown stone, the word flies.

Oh-oh-ooo

Only one clear way is passable.