Hamu és gyász [English translation]

Everything that lives will slowly pass away,

everything that's young and is hoping for a new path,

if it has the courage to tell about its sorrow.

Like a yellowed leaf.

Its absence hurts silently and hesitantly,

and until its unbound soul finds a dwelling,

the summer rain will cry tears

while waiting for a new song.

Affection has passed away.

Love betrayed it.

Its trembling words were stifled,

it cursed its heart a thousand times.

Tears couldn’t help,

prayers were useless,

it was ash and soil

that the world scraped over it.

Ashes and mourning, tears and blood

we thought the chant would sound forever

and yet it will end.

Ashes and mourning, tears and blood

your steps are now covered by the rain,

and the chant miscarried, too.