Music is playing for recruitment,
our arms have protected this homeland,
Our weapons have defended its ancient
grounds for a thousand years!
Come now, Hungarians! get on your horses,
a happy and free land is waiting for us,
Give me your hand friend, come on,
the army is waiting for you.

Music is playing, drums are beaten,
You who wish to join us and come with us
must be a man not a child.
Look, cowards are fleeing,
heroes must face danger,
Sometimes warm red blood
flows down the muzzle of our guns.

Look, how the lads dance
with glittering swords.
They fly like sparks lit by the wind
as they float by in the air.
It doesn't matter where the evil enemy
attacks our dear homeland,
We are ready to fight as heroes,
we are not afraid of bitter death.
And if our day is bright and sunny
with a clear blue sky,
the joy of triumph and hope
shines on our faces.

The camp of singing lads
calls with the sound of horns,
For brave fighters it is a waste to sit at home.
Can you see the lad dancing that vigorous dance?
Others are waiting for their fellows
to shake hands.
Everything is merry with us,
cold winter or new summer alike,
our dear homeland counts on us
to fight with joy.