The amazing Annamária Oláh with her band Fókatelep present to you a nice little Song of Revenge. (Courtesy of Petőfi Rádió)
At dawn, they come
I do not want to get up.
Carried over the bridge,
I do not want to sing.
Farewell, the sound of music
Farewell, clear blue lake.
Visznek is already far from here.
My feet in shackles.
Visznek is far away from you.
Carried across the road,
The sun is like a blade,
Well sweeps accompany me on my way.
They and mirages.
Not worth a cool hand on my lips.
I cannot find peace of mind.
They told me not to look for you.
They warned me in advance.
They told me not to love you
because it would bring trouble.
Is boundless prayer futile?
Is boundless prayer futile?
Is boundless prayer futile?
My heart is a wounded bird,
in inconsolable throes.
At dawn, they come.
I do not want to get up.
Carried over the bridge,
I do not want to sing.
Farewell, the sound of music.
Farewell, clear blue lake.
Visznek is already far from here,
My feet in shackles.
But... once I come back,
I will find you,
And return your fire.
And then it will be too late to grieve
And you'll be weeping,
The wailing woman.
I'll pour poison on your skin,
And it will have its effect.
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And to wash the stain of rancor from your heart:
