The flying of a bat-Korponai István

The man's fate than
the flying of the bat
from unknown it
into unknown,
from a straight life
to plummet into the depths
to slam for plunder
into the swampy land

I will be orphan orphan,got lost forever
if I give up my homeland the land
from which a soul was born to me
I drove out than the brown branch of a walnut tree
the last year's one is a seed leaving my faithfulness for summer

The man's fate than
the flying of the bat
from unknown it
into unknown,
from a straight life
to plummet into the depths
for plunder, a dream
to slam into land

For who will never be already
his faithful lover tear
drops onto the got handkerchief
I am doing sobbing the body of my homeland
howl the torment we
my heart grew out on his place
Well a what kind of god you are says?
We had a dream only
do you steal it?

How many times it should die,
who was born Hungarian on this land!??!
Whose life the homeland ,his respect
because, god,home,family the ancestors' message!