Fraternity-Testvériség, 1958 (36. évfolyam, 1-11. szám)
1958-02-01 / 2. szám
2 FRATERNITY BATTLE SONG (CSATADAL) By ALEXANDER PETŐFI Trumpeting brays, rubadub drums, Ready for war, soldiery comes. Onward! Whistle of bullets, clang of sword, Jubilant Magyar, this thy word, Onward! Up with the colours, haul them high, Let the world see them, eye to eye. Onward! There let them read, there let them see, Sacred the lone word: LIBERTY. Onward! Magyar is he, a hero brave, Challenging, eyes the hostile knave. Onward! Hero is he, a Magyar still, He and his God of but one will. Onward! Blood on the land, whereon I stand, They shot my comrade out of hand, Onward! Never shall I draw lesser breath, Onward I race to face his death, Onward! Even though both our hands shall fall. Even though death waits one and all, Onward! If we must die, come on! you damned, Death is for us, not for our land, Onward! Debrecen, 1948 Translated by E. B. Pierce and E. Delmar
