Stand up Hungarians, let's go home,
The time is here, now or never,
Shall we be prisoners or free,
This is the question and answer.
Prisoners we have been until now,
Our fathers were cursed,
Who lived and died free,
They could not rest in slave land.
We swear by the God of the Hungarians ,
We swear that we will not be prisoners any more,
We swear by the God of the Hungarians,
We swear that we will not be prisoners any more.
You poor man from Sehonna,
Who doesn't dare to die now,
Whose life is more expensive than rags,
Than the honor of the country.
A sword is brighter than a chain ,
It better adorns the arm,
And we still wore a chain,
Here with you is our old sword.
We swear by the God of the Hungarians,
We swear that we will not be prisoners any more,
We swear by the God of the Hungarians,
We swear that we will not be prisoners any more.
The Hungarian people again ©p will be,
For old great news,
What did the centuries do to us,
Let's wash away the shame.
Where our graves are raised,
Our grandchildren kneel down,
And with a blessing prayer,
Say our holy names.
We swear by the God of the Hungarians,
We swear that we will not be prisoners any more,
We swear by the God of the Hungarians,
We swear that we will not be prisoners any more, we swear.

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