Szep vagy, gyonyoru vagy Magyarorszag (regi) |
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Description: I made this video dedicated to Hungary, with the song "Szep vagy, gyonyoru vagy Magyarorszag" (You're pretty, you're beautiful Hungary) by Karpatia. The English lyrics were written by Chriskardos. Az Angol szoveget a Chriskardos irta. Szoveg/Lyrics: Hol szoke sello, lenge szello jatszik a Tiszan Ott el egy nep, legendak nepe ott az en hazam Az osi Karpat orzi almat hu Csaba vezer Ki csillagoknak egi utjan vissza-visszater. Szep vagy, gyonyoru vagy Magyarorszag Gyonyorubb, mint a nagyvilag Ha zeng a zeneszo, latom ragyogo, szep orcad. Taltos paripankon odaszallunk Hazaha?v fu, fa, lomb s virag Úgy sa?r a hegedu, var egy gyonyoru szep orszag. Ott dalos ajku mind a lany, mert dal terem a fan a??s delibabos tunderkastely leng a ven Tiszan A Ronasagon, het hataron szall, repul a szel Huszarok kedve eri csak be hogyha szarnyra kel. Where blonde mermaid, on Tisza frothy wind plays There live the folks of legends, where my homeland stays. The ancient Pannonian beholds the dream of faithful Csaba Who returns from time to time through the roads of star divine You're pretty, Hungary You're beautiful, Prettier than the world that i've ever known When music plays, i see your bright, fair face On wise steeds we'll be on the wing, Green, wood, shroud n flower calls me home Cries the violin so much, a beautiful country awaits me. There all gals tend to sing, cause song crops on trees And sylph castle of mirage sways on Old Tisza On the Plain, through seven borders flies the wind Only the spirit of men of cavalry calms if it gets on wing -by Chriskardos 
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