Lyrics

Rowing upon the Tisza's embrace, whispers of days gone by,
With dreams of lángos, our hearts set to fly,
The gentle sway of oars, our hopes in tow,
Past the depths of the river, where the secrets flow.
In Tiszadada's silence, echoes of brewing cheer,
Our spirits lifted by the thoughts of lángos near.

Oh, the journey brought us here,
Lángos dreams we hold so dear.
Yet silence greets the stall today,
Still, we'll laugh and find our way.

Uncle Csongi beside me, our laughter in the breeze,
'Til the sight of emptiness brings us to our knees.
A smile from the shoreline, a tale unfolds,
The disappointment weighs down, yet the humor holds.
His tale of the aunt's farewell makes us sigh,
But in this pause, our spirits will not die.

Oh, the journey brought us here,
Lángos dreams we hold so dear.
Yet silence greets the stall today,
Still, we'll laugh and find our way.

With rowing, laughter, and lightened mood,
We leave behind the lángos, our spirits renewed.

Oh, the journey brought us here,
Lángos dreams we hold so dear.
Yet silence greets the stall today,
Still, we'll laugh and find our way.