I am Nicholas Horthy's soldier, his finest soldier.
I gaily live my soldierly life, I have no care for anything else.
I march at my corporal's word,
I so think of my Violet,
I am Nicholas Horthy's soldier, his finest soldier.
They delivered my draft notice, o my mother, my soul.
Cry not so bitterly, because I have to go.
The captain will take care of me,
Nicholas Horthy will be my dear father,
I am Nicholas Horthy's soldier, his finest soldier.
With forget-me-nots the trench is full, how fair their blue,
Dress up, fair girls of Csik, in festival white.
Pick the garden's violets,
So await Horthy's soldier(s)!
I am Nicholas Horthy's soldier, his finest soldier.
I am Nicholas Horthy's soldier, proud I am of it,
Therefore became I fair Hungary's brave soldier,
Her three-colored flag I unfurl,
And my life for it I will spill,
I am Nicholas Horthy's soldier, his finest soldier.