The Eighth Tribe, 1977 (4. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)

1977-09-01 / 9. szám

Sándor Petőfi:

Translated by Frank Szörny.

AT MY BIRTHPLACE

I was born here in this region,

In the lowlands of the beautiful great plains,

This city is my birthplace,

It seems to be filled with the songs of my nurse,

Even now I hear this song, though it has long since faded: “Cockchafer, yellow cockchafer!”

I went away as a little child,

And I came back as a grown man.

Hey, since then twenty years have passed, Years filled with sorrow and joy... Twenty years ... time passes so! “Cockchafer, yellow cockchafer!”

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