
So many things I have to say,
And if i don't say it now,
There might not be a tomorrow.
To tell, how great it is to be here,
Like good old friends,
Think and say the same.
Like a city after an earthquake,
Like a river ran dry,
Like a torn off, dying flower,
Like a seed in the desert,
That wont grow,
Like the millions Hungarians,
Who are not heard by the world,
Like the tired wanderer,
Silently asking for some food,
Home, house, homeland, peace, he can't hope for anymore,
That's what we'll be like,
If you can't treasure what you have,
If you wont look after each other,
That's what we'll be like without you.
Though the point you can't understand, until you live desperate, hard years,
Let whatever happen while we live, and die,
We are from the same blood.
Though the point you can't understand, until you live desperate, hard years,
Let whatever happen while we live, and die,
We are from the same blood.