Ott ahol, zúg az a négy folyó [English translation]
Ott ahol, zúg az a négy folyó [English translation]
Now on the prairie, in the heat of summer, mirage sways
Fires burn, the light is blinding, the world is shining
On top of hills, wine is being harvested
The old willow trees become bridal bouquets
The silky meadow is green gold, the lake is blue silver
On silent nights, the tárogató cries out ever so quietly
Where those four rivers roam
Where it is good to suffer
Where so much precioud blood was spilt
The wind tells the tale of a millenia
The horn sounds on the ancient mountaintop
There's a soldier on the Hargita
On the holy tops of Transylvania, flies
The Hungarian turul bird flies back
Where those four rivers roam
Where it is good to suffer
Where, above a fairy tale-like lake
The sun is chuckling and watching her fiery face
Where legends are born, songs fly
The horn sounds, the old brave one
And where Transylvania's blue top stands
The Hungarian turul bird flies back
Where those four rivers roam
Where it is good to suffer
Where so much precioud blood was spilt
The song sounds, Kolozsvár returns
The horn sounds on the ancient mountaintop
There's a soldier on the Hargita
On the holy tops of Transylvania, flies
The Hungarian turul bird flies back
- Artist:Kárpátia
- Album:Így volt! Így lesz!