Hintaló [English translation]

The rocking horse is rocking under me,

A slingshot, a glass ball in my pocket,

I draw castles out of sand,

I protect it from every evil!

Sword in my hand, sword,

Fire in my heart, fire,

Man, trust and fight!

The wind can blow me, wind,

Why would I care, I,

Who's lousy worth nothing!

La-la-la-la-la.

I got to a bad school,

Cheat sheets lurked in my pocket,

I belived that everything is beautiful and good,

But life is a rougher teacher than this!

I work, I respect the law,

But I have a knuckle slipped in my pocket,

Although you have to look at the good side of things,

You better prepare for bad faces!

I got old in fairness,

But the slingshot and knuckle are still in my pocket,

Beneath me, the rocking chair is rocking,

And if I could start it all over, I would live the same way

• Artist:Kárpátia
• Album:A Száműzött