Hymn
God pours out on the Hungarian
abundance and joy.
Guard it with your arm when
fight enemies.
When that has suffered so much,
bring a year of blessings:
these people already atoned well
the past and the future.
Our ancestors brought
The sacred Carpathians;
the blood of Bendeguz
this beautiful country.
Where in waves burst
the Tisza and the Danube
the brave sons of Árpád
Flourished in flower.
On the plains of Kunság
In the golden ears and,
Vines Tokai
in the nectar drips.
In the stronghold of Turkish
planted our banner,
and the castle of Vienna
Matias doubled
Our crimes sparked
in you the fire's wrath
and thundering clouds
thy rays vibrate.
Hiss did about us
arrows of the Mongols
and the yoke of the Ottomans
our back yards.
On the bones of our
armies defeated,
How many triumphs sang
the barbarians of Osma!
How much time your people, oh fatherland,
rose up against thee,
guilt and your children
You were the sons grave!
The fugitive in his grotto
see a sword to chase him,
look around and in his homeland
finds no refuge.
Take to the hills, down the valleys,
in doubt and pain:
down rivers of blood,
sea of fire upon
It is now a heap of stones
where was the fortress,
where the joy fluttered
there are cries and lamentations.
But the blood of the fallen
There flows the freedom:
The eyes of orphans falls
tear of the slave
God have mercy on Hungarian
Plaything of woe:
Guard it with your strong arm,
in a sea of torment.
When that has suffered so much,
you bring a year of blessings:
these people already atoned well
The past and the future.
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