Long ago, in the skies so high,
A mighty bird began to fly.
With wings of power, and eyes so bright,
The Turul soared through the day and night.
A symbol of strength, a bird of lore,
Guiding the Magyars to distant shore.
The legend's told in every town,
The Turul's power still holds the crown!
The legend of the Turul, mighty and grand,
A bird in the sky, with the fate of the land.
Wings spread wide, through the storm and the sun,
The Turul's journey has only just begun!
With a cry that echoed through the hills,
The Turul brought hope with its flying thrills.
It led the way to lands unknown,
A hero's journey, all on its own!
Through the winds and the open skies,
It whispered stories of the rise.
Of the Magyars strong, their hearts so true,
All thanks to the Turul's view!
The legend of the Turul, mighty and grand,
A bird in the sky, with the fate of the land.
Wings spread wide, through the storm and the sun,
The Turul's journey has only just begun!
Through every battle, through every fight,
The Turul's wings carried them to the light.
A symbol of hope, a guide to the bold,
Its tale is one that will never grow old.
The legend of the Turul, mighty and grand,
A bird in the sky, with the fate of the land.
Wings spread wide, through the storm and the sun,
The Turul's journey has only just begun!
So remember the Turul, as it flies so high,
A legend that will never die.
From the past to the present, its story's told,
The Turul's magic will never grow old!