Néma keresztek [English translation]

A chill sweeps through the landscape,

I see the endless rows of crosses

Among them, wanders a girl with a dying heart

A torn flag clutched in her hands

silent crosses, speak to me,

Who lies in your depths? Whom do you guard?

I'll listen, I'll be here

Silent crosses, speak to me

Just a name, rank, and year, on the sign

A bullet-holed helmet hangs on the cross

He served with blood, loyalty was his virtue

He gave his life for this land

Silent crosses, speak to me

Who hides in your depths? Whom do you guard?

I'll be here, I'll listen

Unsounded crosses, speak to me

Silent crosses, speak to me

Who hides in the depths? Whom do you guard?

I'll listen, I'll be here

Silent crosses, speak to me