THERE, WHERE THOSE FOUR RIVERS CHURN
Summer hangs above the lands to illusions alike
Fires blaze, dazzle the gaze, the whole world is alight
The summit of hills are covered by mature grapes
All the ancient wattle-trees look like wedding-bouquets
Greenish-gold's the silk of grass, blueish-silver's the lake,
Taragot-tunes cry silently in the evening's wake.
There where those four rivers churn,
Where pain's no burd'n
There where so much noble blood's been spilled
The wind speaks stories of a thousand years
The horn resounds upon the ancient fort
On Hargita honvéds report
And upon Erdély's holy height
The Magyar Turul returns bright!
There where those four rivers churn,
Where pain's no burd'n
Laughing over the fairy-like lake
The sun can see her firey face.
Where hymns resound, legends are born,
Blown is the ancient, ferocious horn
And upon Erdély's holy height
The Magyar Turul returns bright!
There where those four rivers churn,
Where pain's no burd'n
There where so much noble blood's been spilled
"Kolozsvár returns" the people sing
The horn resounds upon the ancient fort
On Hargita honvéds report
And upon Erdély's holy height
The Magyar Turul returns bright!
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