The Royal Hungarian Army in front of the school

Vága, perhaps March 14, 1939; The village stands in flag decorations, after two decades, the carefully guarded Hungarian flag flies on every house. In the souls of the inhabitants, love for the motherland and the return to the thousand-year-old Hungary burned. ; ; I AM HUNGARIAN; ; I am Hungarian, Hungarian, I was born Hungarian, ; The nurse sang a Hungarian song over me, ; My mother taught me to pray in Hungarian; And to love you, my beautiful, beautiful homeland! ; ; She drew your picture in the middle of my heart, ; She wrote your name in the depths of my soul, ; May God bless the stroke of his hand! ; Bless, bless the homeland of Hungarians! ; ; The light and wealth of this world are wide; It does not tempt me from here to a foreign country. ; A Hungarian cannot be happy anywhere! ; Nothing can replace beautiful Hungary! ; ; I was born Hungarian, I will remain Hungarian, ; I live for the homeland, if necessary I will die! ; The wood of my rocking cradle was grown by Hungarian soil, ; May the wood of my coffin also be grown by Hungarian soil! ; ; (Lajos Pósa)