Pécs Aktuál X [English translation]

There is no tundra winter here, this is mediterrania

You don’t have to hesitate on a Mecsek therapy

Just take a look around, this place is full of slangs

You can entertain at your own pleasure, the local bars wait for you overthere

From Sufni via Szoba to the Nappali, then Blöff

This image spearhed is fascinating, then it stabs into your heart

Újmecsekalja quality, hundred percent chemically clean

Whoever comes here, he drinks it clear

Anno Sopianae! In the year of the Lord one-three-six-seven the university took over the place of dark medieval age

On the chest of Pannonia, Pécs is a good decollete

In the field of culture is antique, but it’s also a contemporary roomate

Europe, center of Mecsek, beauty of paintbrush

Hello tourist! Enjoy the Transdanubian taste!

There are many good wines in the cellars of Villány

The grape and knowledge cooperates down there

You see it’s basic, it’s normal?

Sopianae the proud tiger, sweet taste

Still believes in unity after the lost ages

See a seal trampled by our feet on the cobble

Whatever happens, our eternal faith is the trust

Bright sun, the land is colorful

Your mediterranian mood flies to the sky

Southern coast, where wine doesn’t dwindle, there is enough for you

Just inhale it, it’s the willful effect

Beyond illusions, here is the ZION Pécs milestone

A few miles are needed to know something can be done disinterestedly

If you have a girlfriend bring her! This is how the Nap hostel will be nicer

For VeloSophie, Labor, Csemege and Nagy Fel

Don’t hesitate, capital in culture

But our kind has no profit from this thing

You can build hundred shallow relationships

But your home calls you back where the force comes

We share what we brought

The POSZT remains

And we vanish here

Because we owe this much

This is yours, your eyes can see it

The real home does not blind you in the world

You are ours, bitter-sweet

You stay, I’m not alone

It differs in religions, but Pogány is the airport here

It fits to the summer idyl, the sea of Pécs, Orfű

A walk at the Barbakán is refreshing, after you had a good weep

Small town anthem would be written by Janus Pannonius

Good view, unmatched hospiality

A local citizen could not say anything else

And we have a tower, but it isn’t Eiffel

If you still don’t understand it, get up from your armchair

This is yours, your eyes can see it

The real home does not blind you in the world

You are ours, bitter-sweet

You stay, I’m not alone

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Sopianae the proud tiger, sweet taste

Still believes in unity after the lost ages

See a seal trampled by our feet on the cobble

Whatever happens, our eternal faith is the trust

Bright sun, the land is colorful

Your mediterranian mood flies to the sky

Southern coast, where wine doesn’t dwindle, there is enough for you

Just inhale it, it’s the willful effect