Where fair cascade, soft breeze plays on the Tisza
There live some folks, the folk of legends, there is my home.
The ancient Carpathian guards her dream, faithful Csaba is the chief.
Who returns back on the celestial way of the stars.
You are beautiful, you are wonderful Hungary
More wonderful than the grand world
If the music resounds, i see your shiny, beautiful face.
We flew there on great steeds
Grass, tree, greenery and flower calls us home.
The violin cries so loudly, a wonderful country is waiting for us.
There the girl has charming lips, cause charm borns on trees
An utopian fairy castle lies on the old Tisza
On the Rona, it flies on seven lands, flies like the wind
Only cavalrymen's zest can cover it up, if they have wings
The chorus 2 times, then at the end, repeat the last two rows.