My mother's thatched house

1. My mother's thatched house, ; Its little gate is always locked, ; Open it, mother, open it, soon your son will come for a long vacation, ; And then the homeland will call again. ; ; 2. Dawn is breaking, the sky is breaking, ; The Hungarians will be free again, ; May as many Hungarians stand under our flag as the leaves on the greening branch, ; As beautiful as the blade of grass in Hungary.