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Let's make a beautiful wreath for the Virgin Mary
Song
1. Let us weave a beautiful wreath for the Virgin Mary.
In whom a new day dawns for this world.
Hail Mary, the wonder of our race,
Bring light to our sweet Hungarian homeland.
2. Hail Mary, white lily,
They gaze at your beauty, the heavenly Zion.
At Gábor's words, that you were afraid,
You became a pale lily at that time.
3. Hail Mary, holy violet,
Guardian angel of the Lamb of God,
That you hid yourself before Herod,
You became a secret violet at that time.
4. Hail, Mary, tender rose,
Who there, in Nazareth, blossomed,
You were a white rose, you became red,
That under the cross you bathed in blood.
5. Hail, Mary, a thousand-good flower,
In you the whole world finds medicine,
You heal the wounds of the earth,
Whose wounds fall through sin.
6. Hail, Mary, eternal green of heaven,
In you the valley of mourning hopes,
Hail, Mary, beautiful star-flower,
Happy is he who sees you blooming in heaven.
7. Hail, Mary, dear forget-me-not,
Your Hungarian people, oh, don't forget,
The most beautiful flower of Saint Stephen's garden,
Bring light to the sky, to our Hungarian homeland.
In whom a new day dawns for this world.
Hail Mary, the wonder of our race,
Bring light to our sweet Hungarian homeland.
2. Hail Mary, white lily,
They gaze at your beauty, the heavenly Zion.
At Gábor's words, that you were afraid,
You became a pale lily at that time.
3. Hail Mary, holy violet,
Guardian angel of the Lamb of God,
That you hid yourself before Herod,
You became a secret violet at that time.
4. Hail, Mary, tender rose,
Who there, in Nazareth, blossomed,
You were a white rose, you became red,
That under the cross you bathed in blood.
5. Hail, Mary, a thousand-good flower,
In you the whole world finds medicine,
You heal the wounds of the earth,
Whose wounds fall through sin.
6. Hail, Mary, eternal green of heaven,
In you the valley of mourning hopes,
Hail, Mary, beautiful star-flower,
Happy is he who sees you blooming in heaven.
7. Hail, Mary, dear forget-me-not,
Your Hungarian people, oh, don't forget,
The most beautiful flower of Saint Stephen's garden,
Bring light to the sky, to our Hungarian homeland.