Kell ott fenn egy ország [English translation]

She kerchiefed her grey hair

Just like the old grandmothers

And if she saw our father didn't listen

She started whispering every night:

Put your two hands together

So does every good child

She examined us with sad eyes

And we laughed - God knows why

Look up, the sky is high

Though they say it isn't true

There were they, the planes

And they've seen it nowhere

There must be a country up there

Which might be waiting for us

There must be a country up there

Which can be found by no one

There must be a country up there

Which embraces anyone

There must be a country up there

Which we shall never ruin

The man has grown up, and sees everything

In our rooms, the world is there

From which a child just gets nothing

And puts his little head on a stone

His face is pretty, not dreamy

He won't be woken by cannons

There's only a voice, quiet and tired

Just like an old lullaby

Look up, the sky is high

Though they say it isn't true

There were they, the planes

Their heart is ice, only ice

There must be a country up there

Which might be waiting for us

There must be a country up there

Which can be found by no one

There must be a country up there

Which embraces anyone

There must be a country up there

Which we shall never ruin