Glitter

Golden fields, running brooks where is your glitter?
I want to hear the crying of the noble land!
The land of Árpád and his heroic sons!
The path is beating by our fathers why don't we
March through with proud?
Mighty glittering moon!
Oh, our ancient mother!
You are the leader of our dark souls
Shining, noble sun, protect us!
Form the liar and devout christian herd
And our land of will be glittering again
The land of Árpád and his heroic sons!
Golden fields, running brooks where is your glitter?



Credits
Writer(s): Ferenc Mocsnik
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