Felvidéki táj [English translation]

The highland scenery is shrouded in mist,

Chilly, cold wind is blowing, it's December.

I touch the roadside firs,

A heavy teardrop rolls down my face.

The highland scenery is shrouded in mist,

There stands the stumpy stalks of yellow sunflowers

The flower, the crop was cut from the plant.

In it's fate, there is the suffering of Hungary.

And I'm just watching the cloud,

Watching that mountain,

That which no one could see from Trianon!

I'm asking the Sun - I'm asking from it -

What such horrible crime did my poor people commit?

Ohhh...

The highland scenery is shrouded in mist,

From Pozsony to Kassa it's waiting for a change of weather.

The bottom of the sky is red, it's flame is beckoning,

The sowing is turning green under the white snow.

And I'm just watching the cloud,

Watching that mountain,

That which no one could see from Trianon!

I'm asking the Sun - I'm asking from it -

What such horrible crime did my poor people commit?

Ohhh...

The highland scenery is shrouded in mist,

Chilly, cold wind is blowing, it's December.

I touch the roadside firs,

Heavy teardrop rolls down my face.

And I'm just watching the cloud,

Watching the mountain,

That which no one could see from Trianon!

I'm asking the Sun - I'm asking from it -

What such horrible crime did my poor people commit?

Ohhh...