Örökségem [English translation]

Every word on my mother's lips

Is flying like a light butterfly.

My father's voice is a thundering sky,

He spoke honestly, hard.

If I dream awake at night

I listen to them in the silence.

I can hear them whispering to me:

Be a proud Hungarian, my child.

My father's heart is a roaring bell,

My mother's soul is a white dove,

What I got, I will carry it forward,

My legacy is the freedom.

My mother's hand is the mercy,

Her ten fingers are ten petals.

My father's fist is the truth,

It hit the tables of others.

Their touch on my face

Will be carried to my death with me.

Once if I will grab a gun,

I willl fight with their hands.

My mother's eyes are a blue clear lake,

Everything is visible in its reflection.

My father's grim look

Is a dense forest of deep wrinkles.

Above the dark rooftops,

Thousands of stars are stepping.

I am watching the running time,

The future that rolls the past.