A keresés eredménye

Where is that meadow...

Where is that meadow,
where we roamed?
Oh, where did
our old world go?
 
Where is that clearing,
where we hugged each other so?
Dewy grass concealed us,
like a green robe.
 
Where is that valley,
where we roamed?
Oh, where did
our happiness disappear to?
 
At the edge of the valley there's a small lake.
The wind was rippling it's water so.
How many times have we stopped there
to share a kiss!
 
The moon above the hill
was sleeping in pure silver.
An old tune is wandering there
like the wind among the trees.
 
A fraction of an old tune
that always follows me so.
Why did our love disappear,
maybe he1knows why.
 
I'm waiting for you every night,
like the moon above the hill.
And I too wander like,
the wind among the trees.
 
Where is that meadow,
where we roamed?
Where is our old,
our old world?
 

• 1. Or 'she', the 3rd person pronoun is not gender specific in Hungarian.

The most beautiful mistake

It was hard as long as I was waiting for you
Yet you came
And there weren't happier then me
Until you loved me
 
The farewell was long
You went many times
You came back somedays
Then you forgot me forever
 
(Közjáték)
 
My sorrow was long
And the misery
But you were in the life
The most beautiful misery
 

It should be stopped now

It should be stopped now,
To run and run away,
I feel like it won't be possible from tomorrow on
There should be a get across now,
To take our strength,
And declare that its a - Farewell!
 
There should be backing down now,
Not to wait, not to hesitate,
And go, go with common sense.
To step on a different path,
Not to look back even once,
The farewall wouldn't hurt today yet possibly.
 
This will not have happy end anyways,
You deserve a 100 times better than me!
 
It should be stopped now,
To run and run away,
I feel like it won't be possible from tomorrow
It's folly to stay,
It's impossible to go,
Anyone who loves you like this, is living in handcuffs
 
It should be stopped now,
To run and run away,
I feel like it won't be possible from tomorrow on
There should be a squarrel now,
To take our strength,
And declare that its a - Farewell!
 
This will not have happy end anyways,
You deserve a 100 times better than me!
 
It should be stopped now,
To run and run away,
I feel like it won't be possible from tomorrow
It's folly to stay,
It's impossible to go,
Anyone who loves you like this, is living in handcuffs
Anyone who loves you like this, is living in handcuffs
 

I want to reward so

I want to so reward
I want to appreciate with my hands
That she raised me, coddled me, beyond her power.
 
From now you be always happy
As long as I live you will not have any trouble
From now I will care for you.
 
I want to reward so
Or atleast try
To reward all, all the good things
What my mum did for me.
 

Gypsy Love

The gypsies are dancing tonight
And I see how my darling laughs
And his black hair is shining in the firelight
Castanets sound fast and wild
And I wonder what he feels
He's going to move away tomorrow and I'll be alone
 
He's never given me his gypsy heart
He only sang to me this song
The tune carries my hot pain
Happily upwards to the stars
 
The gypsies are dancing tonight
Everything around has awoken
Golden rings are glowing in the darkness
I hear sound of guitars booming
And I know, it won't take much longer
He leaves me behind in loneliness
 
He's never given me his gypsy heart
He only sang to me this song
The tune carries my hot pain
Happily upwards to the stars
Lalalala...
 

Meeting with a Past Love

Meeting with a past love,
It isn't known why, but always moving...
With time everything looks different,
But it was nice, that's indisputable.
 
Vainly I see with hostility,
the changes apparent on him.
One just stands and dare not to speak,
Some love is just incurable.
 
Come, several hours of sunshine,
Still, we need to go steady again!
Still the big conversation awaits,
Maybe we can find out what was the problem with us.
 
Come, several hours of sunshine,
We find many old topics.
And the farewell will be oh so hard again,
Like the times we have divorced so far.
 
Meeting with a past love,
Bad date,
But forgivable.
One waves goodbye with a crooked smile,
whilst knowing inside, crying would be good.