Lyrics

Unrolling memories down a trail of blue
Among the Mátra heights, history anew
Golden leaves fall, marking our way
From Nagybátony, through paths that sway
The rustling whispers through the trees
With every step, past unlocks with ease

Under autumn skies we roam
Following echoes of our home
Every path, each stone and stream
Holds a piece of our shared dream

Up where the mountains hold their tale
Each peak and valley, a forgotten frail
Chilled air carries scents of earth
Guides us to spots of historic worth
Footsteps traced on ancient ground
Hear the river’s gentle sound

As we journey, the past comes alive
Under autumn skies we strive
Following echoes of our home
Every path, each stone and stream

The Mátra mountains tell their lore
Stories carved from times of yore
Bound by trails of blue and gold
Where memories of old unfold

Under autumn skies we roam
Following echoes of our home
Every path, each stone and stream
Holds a piece of our shared dream