Gentlemen,a thousand year, that the Hungarian obtained a homeland here.
He obtained it with blood. With heroism.
The raging one stopped because of that between storms like that strongly,
for his drawn land all of his clods spouted patriot blood adheres.
And the Hungarian nation did not disappear despite the serial fights.
Did not degenerate.
He did not deny his ancient blood.
We may be because of this all of them are proud of us liking to be Hungarian
if we would not be Hungarian.
Because...
...but why I praise ourselves for here, since the history speaks instead of me.
HUNGARIAN RHAPSODY
Sword out!
For the homeland!
Till death!
# Ow how tall, ow how tall this inn, #
# is in him, there is a good Zsadányi voter in him. #
# If there is not a good Zsadányi on sale in him, #
# Let this inn collapse. #
# Ow how tall, ow how tall this inn, #
# is in him, there is a good Zsadányi voter in him. #
# If there is not a good Zsadányi on sale in him, #
-These my sons!
-How nice!
# Let this inn collapse. #
# If there is not a good Zsadányi on sale in him, #
# Let this inn collapse. #
# Ow how tall, ow how tall this inn, #
# is in him, there is a good Zsadányi voter in him. # For the homeland!
# If there is not a good Zsadányi on sale in him, # - Turn to the right!
# Let this inn collapse! #
# Ow how tall, ow how tall this inn, #
Speak to your father.
-My mother, I am not willing to speak to these.
# is in him, there is a good Zsadányi voter in him. #
-Should be ashamed of it that you are his father. -Go away!
# If there is not a good Zsadányi voter in him, #
# Let this inn collapse! #
# If there is not a good Zsadányi on sale in him, #
Shako down!
Only one single holy interest floats before that straight man,
the interest of the homeland.
::On the flag:: LET THE NATIONAL PARTY LIVE
# The rain is falling, the wind blows, is falling from the tree the leaf... #
We have to socialize the today's existing society.
Let us show them as a lighting torch, that we are siblings.
We have to socialize the today's existing parties.
-Why?
Because one do not struggle for the folk.
They do not make an effort for the social prosperity..
... but only themselves his profit.
And theirs the power.
And the folk they are hurrying to the slavery to herd.
The folk recognised the all kinds of parties already,
recognised his representative's endeavours,
by way of who the burden is growing on our shoulders.
And they do not dare to sound where it would be necessary to sound for the folk
And the time comes when the folk turns away from them.
Because they are not representatives in fact, but profit-seeking.
Witnesses onto him the past societies.
# Bow the stars, #
# the bayoneted stars #
# towards gentlemanly castles. #
# Oh, my God, oh, my God, #
# what I had to go through, #
# poor hangs down from the branches, #
# there was a prison my home, #
# may mourn already my dove. #
# poor hangs down from the branches, #
# there was a prison my home, #
# may mourn already my dove. #
# We recognise all rank, #
# branchy crown, #
# tools: scythe, hoe, harrow, #
# let its palm be crusty, #
# because of who the folk does not have bread. #
# let its palm be crusty, #
# because of who the folk does not have bread. #
We do not need a gentleman, Baksa András our delegate.
HURRAY HURRAY HURRAY
My recollection flies back into the past, and my soul clouds over.
Where the noble persons who carried the truth,
the ploughman in their heart and their head disappeared worker folk.
Who never knew the ugly and firm selfishness!
Who forged ahead on one single road are the truth and honours on his road.
The lords destroyed them.
We step onto the Lords' head because of this.
Because the society is firm apparently only, ...
though only like that than the fugitive landscape, which surrounds us.
Summer comes onto a spring, onto an autumn winter.
The Lords' world is over so.
The poor folk's spring comes.
And it will never be over!
The nature does not beget the eternal spring then for us,
but we procure it with our two hands.
Down with him! Down with him!
# They jump about, his fool is roamed, #
# I don't know, it is called me only, #
# One of the days like that, than the other one, #
# I go as far as the railway station...#
# Where those two tracks converge, #
# I ask my rose, you come back. #
# Where those two tracks converge, #
# I ask my rose, you come back. #
# let its palm be crusty, #
# because of who the folk does not have bread. #
# let its palm be crusty, #
# because of who the folk does not have bread. #
# They jump about, his fool is roamed, #
# I don't know, it is called me only, #
# One of the days like that, than the other one, #
# I go as far as the railway station...#
# Where those two tracks converge, #
# I ask my rose, you come back. #
Your mother's rotten peasant God!
Where my gun?
Come back!
Sit down!
# It is raining silently, #
# spins round on the eaves, on the eaves, #
# I wait for my darling, for my darling#
# Mud will be from it, I know it #
# My baby comes, I understand it,#
# It is raining silently, #
# spins round on the eaves, on the eaves, #
# Mud will be from it, I know it #
# My baby comes, I understand it, #
# It is raining silently, #
# spins round on the eaves, on the eaves, #
I told your father that he should not intervene in the politics.
Stinking peasants these, his end will not be good for this.
You notice it, it is destroyed once.
Let us go away from here, my sons.
Let us go to my fathers into Bácska.
# If there is not a brown little girl on sale, #
# let this inn collapse. #
# Ow how tall, ow how tall this inn, #
# is in him, there is a brown little girl on sale, #
Right for the folk!
For the workers homeland!
WORK, BREAD!
# We recognise all rank, #
# branchy crown, #
# tools: scythe, hoe, harrow, #
# let its palm be crusty, #
# because of who the folk does not have bread. #
Down with him!
Down with him! Down with him!
-Chair!
Old Baksa, Dózsa György playful?
Your gang hurt my father and my mother!
-I want revenge!
As you got accustomed to it here on the farm.
They rotted!
Garbage rotted animals!
With gun you come onto us?
Lousy gendarmes, come now!
Or your cheek only big?
-Who are you?
You miserable, what is it your neck?
Hit me, if you dare!
You rotten gendarme!
Dirty peasant!
# God betrayed us #
# my comrades, my friends, #
# silver badge his face #
# on the gendarmes' coats. #
# We stand in an iron handcuff now, #
# our shirt the north wind, #
# and we call it our mother, #
# the winter turns into a spring. #
# For a good king, a beautiful homeland,#
# a Hungarian man gets back on his feet for a millennial freedom. #
My sons, please let us pray.
Let the homeland live.
# Onto the "Crown" in Pápa the Sun shines, #
# the lords arrived into a visitor, #
# I have it lived in his most beautiful year, #
# I proved competent into the "Crown" in Pápa. #
# Me my baby not mourn, #
# do not shed a tear because of me #
# my name was written in Big Book, #
# the into "Crown" named inn in Pápa. #
# Me my baby not mourn, #
# do not shed a tear because of me #
# my name was written in Big Book, #
# the into "Crown" named inn in Pápa. #
# Onto the "Crown" in Pápa the Sun shines, #
# the lords arrived into a visitor, #
# I have it lived in his most beautiful year, #
# I proved competent into the "Crown" in Pápa. #
# Me my baby not mourn, #
# do not shed a tear because of me #
# my name was written in Big Book, #
# the into "Crown" named inn in Pápa. # -Why you do not sing?
# Me my baby not mourn, #
# do not shed a tear because of me #
# my name was written in Big Book, #
# the into "Crown" named inn in Pápa. #
# Whistles the engine, two carriages follow it, #
# my mother is crying, the big grief destroys it then, #
# don't cry my mother, I arrive soon then, #
# or i'm dying, out in the high life. #
# don't cry my mother, I arrive soon then, #
# or i'm dying, out in the high life. #
The two Zsadányi boys march in as a volunteer
# Onto the "Crown" in Pápa the Sun shines, #
# the lords arrived into a visitor, #
# I have it lived in his most beautiful year, #
# I proved competent into the "Crown" in Pápa. #
# Me my baby not mourn, #
# do not shed a tear because of me #
# my name was written in Big Book, #
# the into "Crown" named inn in Pápa. #
# Me my baby not mourn, #
# do not shed a tear because of me #
# my name was written in Big Book,#
# the into "Crown" named inn in Pápa. #
-Watch out!
-At ease.
-Cheers, guys!
-Who came here with an own horse?
-Like this looks promising?
-I reared it.
-Onto horse! Run!
-Szeles-Tóth to me! -Running step! Go!
-1,2,1,2, 1,2,1,2 ,1,2, stop!
-1, 2
-1. Stop!
-At ease.
-You can shoot yet?
-Fire at me!
-Shoot already!
-Szeles-Tóth, you animal!
-You brute, you ox, you pig!
-You corn gobbler!
-Why not shoot, if I say it?
-It is necessary to follow out the command!
-Shoot already!
Shoot already, his peasant god, your cowardly mother!
-It is necessary to follow out the command!
-Horse! Gendarme shako!
-Shoot!
-Szeles-Tóth to me!
-I ask it, what do you want from me?
-You know it fine.
-Let me shoot my horse?
-Yes.
-I reared it.
-I taught everything to it.
The horse understands his name?
Understands it
-What's his name?
-Kócos.
-Horse's mother?
Porfelhő.
-Horse's father?
Nádor.
-When was born?
Szeles-Tóth
Brave you fought.
I this the iron crown order I would send it to become you.
But i can't because this is an officer's honour.
-Guys!
-I know, how your shirt, neither your pants.
you would have fought more valiantly possibly if he would be a little of your land...
-Yes, this it's possible...
but you should have could then, ...
that to the Hungarian land truth right..
it is possible to win it with willingnesses to make sacrifice and heroism only.
This word, that Hungarian, means so much to me always: that brave.
The courage our folk's wonderful weapon.
And the person who throws away this weapon automatically throws away his life.
You ran away cowardly, so you threw it away to your life truth right.
And who throws away this right automatically throws away his life, his homeland.
For coward folk does not have a homeland
And I would be the most stateless one between you,..
...if I could not get that joy for you,
how each other should not be needed looking him in the eye to feel ashamed the heroical death died.
Let him the verminous fall away if his good fell away.
-I decimate you, come on.
Abate, István. This prophetic speech does not suit you.
You know that this war is over well and we did not lose this war,
but the richness of the world turning against us won it.
-You commit a murder if you decimate your bravest, most honest men now.
-I do not take in this.
-I protest against this.
Other thing to kill in war and other thing in peace.
We two we know this well.
Go then between them, you cowardly shit.
Destroy them!
-Fire!
***speaks in German***
-What do you want, Szeles-Tóth?
-Are you lucky, captain lord!
The boys did not execute it the decimating.
We do not hang you up because of this.
The soldiers council sent me.
Károly a king grounded arms.
-István, my uncle waits for you.
You know about the fact that Charlie was the prime minister(?!)
Congratulations for Charlie.
I may not do it personally now
-Though he needs you.
-Allow it!
Komári István.
Zsadányi István.
-Which from Komári-family?
-From the count one.
Who licked the ass of the Vienna ones always!
-István!
First lieutenant lord, sit down!
Excuse me!
-I may not be now your help.
I may not be!
While I did not gather my team from chosen men the against Reds.
But not only the against Reds, ...
...because I do not like everything, which is white.
The soft little counts, who holed up in Vienna, may not be my allies.
-For Charlie I send a message about it,...
... I visit it then if my team increased to national one then.
Ladies, thank you for your help!
István, come here!
Kiss me, before you go away!
My horse!
"Our old glory where you are late in the nightly dimness?"
"Centuries plant, and you under them deeply dying. "
"You entail light alone."
Thick clouds and the wreathless shape of the sad absent-mindedness float on you.
Gentlemen!
Gentlemen, my friends!
For the world war and the revolution known his morals.
The red hordes if he succeeds to knock...
in terms of the construction of our future not this primary aim.
-We have to get the wind the red brigands.
Land it is necessary to send it to become the peasant.
And for the folk national thought.
You are naive, István!
-I don't know a what kind of expression I shall find onto you.
Maybe for white Jacobin one would need you name.
Only you forget about the most important characteristic of the Jacobin ones.
From aiming for the order and the discipline.
This means so much translated into our circumstances ...
...that we have to create the social relations sanctified by the centuries,
...and it is allowed to start thinking afterwards only.
Land to give everything for a peasant, who not only cannot run a farm...
...but cannot write even his own name down honestly.
This the disintegration of the ancient farming and the Hungarian statehood would mean crushing him finally.
Not me onto the butts, but it to think soundly I thought of can smallholders.
Maybe you think of old Baksa András?
What this provocation against me?!
The independent Hungarian court acquitted me and my younger brother of the charge of the murder.
And if this does not like, I beat your cheek up.
Do you understand? You, you!
Victory!
HURRAY!
It is over for the proletarian world!
Victory! -Victory!
# Sej-haj, our old sorrow and our grief#
# sej-haj we live again and we have a good time! #
# Sej-haj, our old sorrow and our grief#
# sej-haj we live again and we have a good time! #
***speaks in German***
We stand here, we the winners!
We knew that we are invincible until all of them.
The Reds fools, they want something that existed always since a man exists.
The distinguished ones, the aristocrats lived in communism at all times.
And to live for the world's end for a tooth.
Who is aristocrat may be a winner and free one only.
We are free.
Totally free.
For we freedom there does not is a limit to him.
Who are you?
How you are called?
You don't recognise me, godfather?
I take them away to myself.
Right turn!
Onto shooting stand by!
Up!
-Fire!
Salute!
# You are the lad Tyukod fellow, #
# Not like that, than somebody else, than Kuczug Balázs, #
-How you get here?
-I report it, we came in the accompaniment of the dignitary.
# Let a back grow in our country good wine, drink, #
# Not a penny, but two thalers needs fellow #
# For a poor lad cheap his blood, #
# three copper farthings the wage of the poor one #
# may not spend it poor ultimately, #
# His blood crumbles out for a homeland between two pagans! #
# We liked the kuruc ... #
You know Eszter, right?
But you do not know that his father was my old good friend.
-It was destroyed!
The crane-feathered it was destroyed.
-But not only he, his wife, Eszter's mother.
Though a woman was beautiful.
And the killers are here in your detachment.
Arató Frölik first lieutenant and Csenger lieutenant.
Take off your mantle, Eszter .
-She was tortured seriously.
I brought it as living evidence.
István, you know that I love you and I respect you.
You know it, I am a prime minister,...
... after the governor the second man in this country.
I could have performed the act of bringing two regiments even.
But I did not make it.
The friendly emotions and aiming for the mutual understanding controlled me always in your direction.
I opened now and I will be frank with you.
The detachments' time was end.
The world noticed us.
And if want to fit into the European civilized nation family, ...
...already though want to adjust,...
...we may not allow it then let us be addressed as ourselves, Hungarian puszta robbers, killers
...on the authoritive Parisian, London and New York political forum.
We dissolve the detachments. Yours ,István.
Disarm it and sends home your men!
The governor forgives their trespasses until now ...
but the most serious punishment is due starting for the smallest action.
Arató Frölik and Csenger I was not able to protect at the cabinet bureau, I have to arrest them.
But i hope so you understand it the fruitful consolidation requires victims
We ask this victim of you rather because we would like to compensate for it at it.
We have big plans with you, István.
I invite you into my government for an agricultural minister.
Wait, keep silent throughout.
There is not a more suitable man at you in the country.
-You are your father's son, you are a good ploughman.
-In these heavy times, when the peasantry moves ...
...about when they jeopardizes the stability of our economic life,...
...we need a man who is thinking with our head.
You are a medium landowner.
You stand close to them.
-Transpire to hold the wind their sailing boats.
-I do not undertake it, Charlie.
-You want me as a puppet, ...
...you forward you defined my role,...
...you want to have me on string.
However i free and I am independent and it is I am left over.
-I know a truth:
my land knows it what I want and I know it what I may expect of him.
I will farm on my own land at home.
They did not leave?
Are waited for you, my godfather.
They came for you.
Who?
-You know them.
-Come, lead.
-Captain lord, I was added to you in order that we tell our will.
We want you to be a minister at the Hédervári.
We wish because we need you.
You are skilled at the land.
-The end of the revolution.
-Sure, how an any kind of permit will be provided to nobody.
You will do the land reform.
-You will make it gently.
Nicely.
-Step by step, as we say it.
You go away shit, Szeles-Tóth.
-Who you conceive yourself as, and who you conceive me as?
Could know onto so much, how you could know it, it is not possible to have me on string.
-Go away from here while I speak nicely.
So good, we teach you to remember then then.
Baksa András. Acquaintance, isn't it?
-Captain lord, you are murderous!
Force it into the stable!
Let him be thinking!
-Do not touch me!
-Alone i'm going.
-I came here from my own will, Szeles-Tóth.
-I am a prisoner, your prisoner in my own house
There will be anxiety for you from the soldiers, the gendarmes, if they would wander off here.
I don't care, what you say, captain lord!
Answer what we asked of you.
You undertake it or you do not undertake it?
-Good. We bring an action against you with the charge of a murder then.
This your horse, captain lord?
-The horse's name?
You know that old Baksa András death has the anniversary today?
He was not there on Baksa farm.
Not too we called it here because of that.
You can shoot, first lieutenant lord?
Shoot him the captain lord's horse!
Again!
This was those two pistol, right?
-Yes.
With which one you shot?
Everything second is filled with bullet
You will not have me on string.
***speaks in German***
-What's your name?
You don't recognise me, godfather?
For the first time I talk to him. Okay?
Run!
What you want here?
Go away!
# Now we stand in an iron handcuff #
# Our shirt the north wind, #
# and we call it our mother, #
# the winter turns into a spring. #
# Who it has lived onto a trouble raised, #
# we are the glowing exclamation mark. #
# a thousand years of his pride may not strike already onto this folk #
# we call out valiantly onto the sky, #
# the freeman of the tomorrow we will be#
# a thousand years of his pride may not strike already onto this folk #
# we call out valiantly onto the sky, #
# the freeman of the tomorrow we will be #
#Who it has lived onto a trouble raised#
# we are the glowing exclamation mark. #
# a thousand years of his pride may not strike already onto this folk #
# we call out valiantly onto the sky, #
# the freeman of the tomorrow we will be #
# a thousand years of his pride may not strike already onto this folk #
# we call out valiantly onto the sky, #
# the freeman of the tomorrow we will be #