Turul [English translation]

They are carrying the bloody sword

The blood of our fathers was spilt

Our past haunts us once again!

Who wears his heart elsewhere now

The carriage-pusher of traitors

Throw his foul body to the dogs!

Come, come turul bird

Hungary is on the wrong path

Sweet turul bird

Your homeland awaits you

Come, come turul bird

Hungary is on the wrong path

Sweet turul bird

Your homeland awaits you

Our ancient land, we call to you

Our beautiful Hungary

Wake up, wind galopping through the prairies!

The rivers step out of their banks

Life makes way again

The earth groans and the sky splits!

Come, come turul bird

Hungary is on the wrong path

Sweet turul bird

Your homeland awaits you

Come, come turul bird

Hungary is on the wrong path

Sweet turul bird

Your homeland awaits you

"Whirlpool braided his golden hair

Wrinkled mountains, his stern forehead

His grandfather is a mossy stone

He grieved all of his ancestors

His eyes are two fires

The flap of his wings cause storms

The starry night is his blanket

The most beautiful girl is his lover

His cold voice is a thunder

His sharp talons are moon sickles

Springs spark from his footsteps

Even the wind runs from him"

Come, come turul bird

Hungary is on the wrong path

Sweet turul bird

Your homeland awaits you

Come, come turul bird

Hungary is on the wrong path

Sweet turul bird

Your homeland awaits you