Lighting by Gyuri Baglyas, of Beyond Budapest.
Taken after a long walk with him in the Budakeszi forest.
Taken after a long walk with him in the Budakeszi forest.
Finale, by Lajos Áprily. Original.
Unfortunately I couldn't find video link to Kaláka playing it to music.
i will be old, older than the winter sun
my mood dark and my hair white
and like a stream quietened at its mouth
the blood will slow down in my weary heart
when night befalls with dew-cool, i will tremble
the strife that whizzed past fails to warm
and if I attack, I miss the jump
like wolf Akela, of the jungle born
i wait only for silence, and a glum envoy
and fall back into the hazy cave
while a band of young wolves runs to a hot clash
and in their honour, the forest resonates
my mood dark and my hair white
and like a stream quietened at its mouth
the blood will slow down in my weary heart
when night befalls with dew-cool, i will tremble
the strife that whizzed past fails to warm
and if I attack, I miss the jump
like wolf Akela, of the jungle born
i wait only for silence, and a glum envoy
and fall back into the hazy cave
while a band of young wolves runs to a hot clash
and in their honour, the forest resonates
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