The Pub That Wasn’t There

We set out in autumn
To Mátra's trails so grand
The leaves were crimson gold
As we trekked across the land
But the rain it wouldn't cease
And the mud rose to our knees

The pub that wasn't there
We searched it with such flair
With a grin and lots of care
Found laughter everywhere

Up the muddy hillside
Through the cows
Curious gaze
The path to Parád led us
With humor in our ways
And András led the charge
With spirits never large

The pub that wasn't there
We searched it with such flair
With a grin and lots of care
Found laughter everywhere

In the mud and rain
Our feet found their own song
With stories we'd retell
It didn't feel too long

The pub that wasn't there
We searched it with such flair
With a grin and lots of care
Found laughter everywhere

We walked the muddy trail, our boots weighed like stones oh
The Mátra mountains calling, echoing our tones oh
The rain was chillin, mist in the air yeah
No pub in sight, but we didn't care oh
Passed by the cows, they stared with knowing eyes
The hike was rough, but we felt alive oh

Hiking back, going back
To those places we belong
Hiking back, coming back
In the hills where we felt strong

The yellow path turned into asphalts we dread ooh
Pushed on with muddy shoes, nowhere else to tread yeah
András on a mission, mosquitoes as his friends whoa
Back to Mátraderecske where our journey bends oh
The village calling, no pub to greet the day
Yet in the end, we found our way oh

Hiking back, going back
To those places we belong
Hiking back, coming back
In the hills where we felt strong

András found the path with a grin so wide oh
We trekked through mud, our steps long and stride yeah
The journey's end, another tale to share oh
In the hills where we once dared

Hiking back, going back
To those places we belong
Hiking back, coming back
In the hills where we felt strong