Horthy Miklós Katonája Vagyok [English translation]

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.