Simuljon előzékenyen lábad alá az út,
és támogassa meg a szél a hátad,
arcodat fürössze fényében s melegében a nap,
és bő eső itassa szomjas földjeid.
Amíg újból nem látjuk egymást te meg én,
Isten tartson meg óvó tenyerén!
What can I do
What should I do
When I can only think about you?
Where do I go
Where do you go
Which is the place that our love is from?
Who is my one
Who is your one
How do we know if we are the ones?
Why am I here
Why are you here
Why are we still together...
If we are so old and sere?
Wind of west and north
Freeze and ramble plains of gold
Mounts of north and east
Haul cold floods when winter cease
Sun of east and south
Ripe the grapes of hillside ground
Breeze of south and west
Bless every spring with warm zest
Basin of the dream's quest
With the pride of turul's nest
In which lies the red-white-green crest
Wind, you cold, crowned king
You, who won't give in to spring
Wind, you mighty rush
You, who always cry for hush
Wind, you aeons old
You, who always tease the bold
Wind, you dear to all
You, who always heed to call
Wind, you chilly tweet
You, who scale the bright white sheet
Yes, you always make spring sweet