A keresés eredménye oldal 3

Viszlát! (Goodbye)

Azt kell mondjam, hogy te egy jó srác vagy,
De tudjuk mindketten: ezek hazug szavak.
Rémálom volt veled barátkozni,
Ideje tehát most elköszönni.
 
Nem mondhatom: viszlát!
Mert akkor belőlem hamburgert csinálsz.
Elmondom a suliban, hogy veszett vagy,
Csak az lesz a dolguk, hogy kirúgjanak.
 
Remélem karanténba helyeznek,
vagy bezárnak, míg tizennyolc leszel.
Mert akkor soha nem kell attól félnem,
Hogy hirtelen leharapod a fülem.
 
Légyszi, ne harapd le!
 
Nem mondhatom: viszlát!
Az arcom túl felismerhetetlen lenne.
Ha a házadat áthelyeztetném innen,
Északnyugatra lennél költözni kénytelen.
 
Feladhatnálak autólopás miatt,
Mehetnél dolgozni bányásznak.
(F)eladhatnálak ládában Katarba,
Vagy kebab gyanánt egy koszos pub-ba.
 
(Amúgy nem igazi hús)
 
Rávehetném őket, hogy az úton hagyjanak,
Egy cirkusznak Dél-Amerikában eladjanak.
Ott ragadhatnál egy piactéren (örökké),
Küldenélek inkább Valahová esküvőre - menyasszonyként.
 
Nem mondhatom: viszlát!
Mert semmi értelme, hogy letagadjam.
Nem akarok veled barátkozni,
Szóval csináld csak, amit meg akartál tenni...
 

On the brink of forest (gunner song)

On the brink of forest there's a maple tree, the branches are seared
An old stork making a nest for the nestlings
 
Seared branches are filled with birds who are making nests
'Cause I'm a machine gunner, I've go a nest too
 
If someone would charge at us, would quickly realize
Not the storks are clattering (rattling), but our machine gun
Hey
 

Hotel Menthol

Menthol, Menthol, Menthol!
 
Hotel Menthol's lights can be seen from afar
It's there, sparkling on the seashore
And from there, the light of the green sign
Is so glaring, it makes you blind
 
Oooh, you can't help it, you're clueless
To all the wonders that could wait for you in this wonderful place
But if you cross its entrance once
Your jaw will drop in amazement: mmm!
 
There is roulette and blackjack on the gambling floor
The dice is spinning, the chips are clattering
If you don't think straight, this place will quickly rip you off
While the wildest rock and roll is raging
 
Oooh, the smell of perfume, mmm!
You become dazed from the magical, fabulous night
The dream hotel is doused in light
And you're tempted by lots of gorgeous mademoiselles (mademoiselles)
Oh, well (oh, well)
 
Menthol, Hotel Menthol, Menthol, Hotel Menthol!
Oooh, dolce vita1is out of control!
 
The car of the kiss-king2is an apple-green Buick
His girl cuddles up to him in the seat
The dude is wearing a crepe nylon Hawaii shirt
And he says: 'Come on baby, let's have a drink!'
 
Ooh, the young gal looks crazy good
There you have it, the new sensation
Because they are the celebs of the day, we know this well
The doorman bows down to them all the way to the ground (he bows down)
 
On the tenth floor, day and night
The world-famous Teddy Bar is waiting for you
All the teenage idols do gigs there
And the splendid show does not stop
 
Ooh, Little Richard3is singing (Everyone needs to see this!)
And the silly-willy vocalists are swinging behind him (swing, swing, yeah!)
And if you've lost all your dough, playing poker
You'll be consoled with a striptease dance (stip-stip-striptease)
Oh, yeah!
 
Menthol, Menthol, Menthol, Menthol!
Ooh, it's spreading everywhere!
Menthol, Hotel Menthol, Menthol, Hotel Menthol!
Ooh, it's full of passion!
 
And you won't forget it as long as you live
If you rent a luxury suite here (if you rent)
Oh, well
Menthol, Menthol, Menthol!
 

• 1. Dolce vita or la dolce vita is Italian for 'the sweet life.'
  
• 2. Miklós Fenyő has a song titled 'Csókkirály' (kiss-king) and it refers to a man who is very popular with the ladies.
• 3. Richard Wayne Penniman (1932 – 2020) better known as Little Richard, was an American musician, singer, and songwriter.
  

The light comes from the Sun

The light comes from the Sun and the Earth treasures it
The blacks are colored brown by it, others are white
But at the bottom of the hot climate zone and at the shore of the Elba
It has only one color, the blood is only red
If the heart can love in every language
If the heart can hate in every language
So it does hate in every language, oh, oh, it loves
Oh, oh, what the heart throbs
 
It's up to you to make your lives nicer today people
The verdant fields produce their treasures
And in the factories the worker tailors laws voluntarily with quick hands
Here humans have already become humane
Doesn't everything sings it aloud? The Earth will be wiser
Doesn't everything sings it aloud? The Earth will be richer
Doesn't everything sings it aloud, it'll be nicer, oh, oh, it'll be better
Oh, oh, the Earth will be happy
 
There are still many countries where hard working people
Dig like slaves and just endure as they always have
Where lots of machines just stand there instead of serving the people
Because the money, the money is the sole ruler
There, they never say: Happy, happy days
There, they never say: Happy, happy days
There, they never say: Happy, oh, oh, happy
Oh, oh, happy, happy, days
 
Today the struggle still seems endless
The nations know very well, that peace is a great treasure
But the dawn will surely come, there'll be peace on Earth
All the shackles of slavery will shatter
And the song will fly: Очень хорошо1
And the song will fly: Очень хорошо
And the song will fly: Очень, oh, oh очень
Oh, oh, очень хорошо
 
And then the Earth will be happy for real
 

• 1. 'Very good.' in Russian.

Adieu, My Little Treasure

Adieu, my little treasure, I am now leaving this place
Unwillingly, out of must, I don't know what to do
But I still believe, that one day I will return
One way or another, I will love you as long as I live
You know, my rose, when, even if not that often
I used to play with you, even if not that often
My blood still boils for you, especially when wine ignites it
 
Long as I live, my dove, I will not forget you
I will never banish you from my mind, my mood
Wherever I go, I will talk about you
That is how much, I confess, I love you from all my heart
I yearn for you when I'm not next to you
I can't love anyone else, my rose, in your place
You also know this, you love it, you're fond of me as a person
 
How difficult it is for me to part with you
With whom I had such amusement from time to time
When I almost hadn't a sanctuary at your house
Neither a home with your beautiful self as I would've liked
This is the end of my poem, what do they call me?
The sorrowful-hearted, crying for his life
They call me myself, you, my rose, they call my little treasure
 

They Have Stolen My Heart

They have stolen my heart, I can feel it
I also know the one who'd stolen it
I am yours, I am your slave
I am your tied up prisoner, my darling
 
You are a fortunate and kind thief
But if you have now robbed me, don't leave me either
I am yours, I am your slave
I am your tied up prisoner, my darling
 
Who my heart had stolen
Left their own in its place
But they didn't leave it without sorrow
Because it has ignited the fire of my heart
 
So do not nurture, my heart, my suffering
Do not be happy, my treasure, about my death
Let me be amused instead
With you, I will celebrate how I want, my heart!
 

O, My Heart, What Are You Thinking Of?

Oh, my heart, what are you thinking of?
My violet, why don't you speak?
Rare is the wheat, rare
In which there isn't a knot
Rare is the love
In which there isn't a fault
More beautiful, better than myself
O, your heart will not find
O, your heart will not find
 

It Is Cloudy, It Has Gone Now

It is cloudy, it has gone now
The shining light of the sun
Come inside, my rose, come inside
I am by myself in here
You're not to leave my house
Until my three candles have burned down
 
In the forests, in the meadows
Little doves are singing
Come inside, my rose, come inside
I am by myself in here
You're not to leave my house
Until my three candles have burned down
 
But at the moment we
Continue doing our things differently
Come inside, my rose, come inside
I am by myself in here
You're not to leave my house
Until my three candles have burned down
 

The Turk and the Cows

Versions: #1
There was once a Turk, Mehemet
He had never seen cows before
Mehemet did not know either
What cows are like
 
Then, one time Mehemet
Saw a bunch of cows
I am Mehemet
We are the cows
 
Mehemet is surprised
At what cows are like
Mehemet is counting
How many kind of cows there are
 
Mehemet had counted
Three kinds of cows
White one, black one, and spotted one
Do not grab the cow's tail
 
Mehemet is surprised
By what cows are like
Mehemet did not know this
And the cows kicked him over
 

My Head, My Shoulder, My Knee, My Ankle

My head, my shoulder, my knee, my ankle
My knee, my ankle
My knee, my ankle
My head, my shoulder, my knee, my ankle
My eyes, my nose, my ears, my mouth
 

Who Doesn't Match The Pace

Who doesn't match the pace
Will not get strudel for dinner
But strudel is really good
It's fit for a soldier
 
We aren't going far
Only to the edge of the world
We won't be staying there long either
Only for twelve hours
 

Dummy's Song

I am the famous one-headed
Even my name is that: Dummy
But I'm not sad about any of that
I life my best life as a one-headed
 
Nobody understands my joyful soul
Not children, not women and not men
Nobody at all on this earth!
What my great, secret dream is
Ohhh!
 
Mi good father has disowned me
I've been wandering ever since, that's right
The humans will accept me
One loves me, the other is shivering
 
Why are you afraid of me?
I happen to know a lot of etiquette!
That's right!
 
...I welcome you, great knight
Your clothes are pretty and so's your horse!
Say, what has brought you here?
And what might be your heart's intent?
You're beautiful as a rose
Oh, you kind princess!
 
The most sacred thing is friendship
It's worth more than every kingdom
I also have a good friend
If he gets in trouble, I'll get him out of it
 
Oh, if I could be a rose
The butterflies would gently land on me
My little heart would beat alongside them
I wouldn't be so big and ugly
 
This Dummy is wonderful in the end
Although, as you can see, he's one-headed
But he still has a good laugh with his one head
People seem to love him too
There's not a lot of brains in his one head
His life won't be too hard
What will happen to you, one-headed?
What will you do here, good Dummy?
 

Belle

Madame! Gaston!
I listen with pleasure
Madame! Gaston!
Just do it
 
Not me, never, I guarantee it
I can't stand this miserable life
 
The great adventure is waiting for me
In an enchanting region
I can't even say how much I desire it
 
I would venture immediately
If I had a partner
The one meant for me is not the right one
 

Pokémon Diamond and Pearl (Hungarian)

Pokémon!
Pokémon!
 
Every day is another challenge
A new game, a new world
New opponent and survive several times
Four or five times
Diamond and Pearl, Pokémon!
There is a lot of fighting to be felt
not face where you need to move fast
because he always win
someone who covers others, yes
it's just a one-time pokémon master
Pokémon! Pokémon!
Come up with a new adventure
Diamond and Pearl
And he wins
Pokémon!
 
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Hymn - From the rough centuries of the Hungarian people (National Anthem of Hungary)

O Lord, bless the nation of Hungary
With your grace and bounty
Extend over it your guarding arm
During strife with its enemies
Long torn by ill fate
Bring upon it a time of relief
This nation has suffered for all sins
Of the past and of the future!
 
You brought our ancestors up
Over the Carpathians' holy peaks
By You was won a beautiful homeland
For Bendeguz's sons
And wherever flow the rivers of
The Tisza and the Danube
Árpád our hero's descendants
Will root and bloom
 
For us on the plains of the Kuns
You ripened the wheat
In the grape fields of Tokaj
You dripped sweet nectar
Our flag you often planted
On the wild Turk's earthworks
And under Mátyás' grave army whimpered
Vienna's 'proud fort.'
 
Ah, but for our sins
Anger gathered in Your bosom
And You struck with Your lightning
From Your thundering clouds
Now the plundering Mongols' arrows
You swarmed over us
Then the Turks' slave yoke
We took upon our shoulders.
 
How often came from the mouths
Of Osman's barbarian nation
Over the corpses of our defeated army
A victory song!
How often did your own son agress
My homeland, upon your breast,
And you became because of your own sons
Your own sons' funeral urn!
 
The fugitive hid, and towards him
The sword reached into his cave
Looking everywhere he could not find
His home in his homeland
Climbs the mountain, descends the valley
Sadness and despair his companions
Sea of blood beneath his feet
Ocean of flame above.
 
Castle stood, now a heap of stones
Happiness and joy fluttered,
Groans of death, weeping
Now sound in their place.
And Ah! Freedom does not bloom
From the blood of the dead,
Torturous slavery's tears fall
From the burning eyes of the orphans!
 
Pity, O Lord, the Hungarians
Who are tossed by waves of danger
Extend over it your guarding arm
On the sea of its misery
Long torn by ill fate
Bring upon it a time of relief
They who have suffered for all sins
Of the past and of the future!