Ady Endre: I am the son of King Gog of Magog (Góg és Magóg fia vagyok én in English)
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Góg és Magóg fia vagyok én (Hungarian)Góg és Magóg fia vagyok én, Verecke híres útján jöttem én, Fülembe forró ólmot öntsetek, De addig sírva, kínban, mit se várva
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I am the son of King Gog of Magog (English)I am the son of King Gog of Magog,
I'm banging doors and walls to no avail - yet I must ask this question as prologue: may I weep in the grim Carpathian vale? I came along Verecke's famous path, old Magyar tunes still tear into my chest - will it arouse your Lordships' righteous wrath as I burst in with new songs from the West?' Pour in my ears your molten liquid lead, let me become the new Vazul of songs - let me not hear the new songs you have bred: Come, tread me down in furious, evil throngs! But to the end, tortured, expecting nothing, the song keeps soaring on its new-found wings: even if cursed by a hundred Founding Fathers - triumphant, new, Magyar, and true it rings. |