What are the lyrics to Hungarys national anthem Himnusz?
WHAT they lack in footballing prowess, Hungary certainly makes up for with its national anthem - the Himnusz. The 1989 hymn is TWICE the length of God Save the Queen and quite a mouthful. 3  WIN 50,000! Play Dream Team Euros  our FREE fantasy football game  But spare a thought for Hungarians back home - they have to listen to it at 12.10am every single day on the radio. What are the lyrics to Himnusz  Verse 1  Isten, ldd meg a magyart  J kedvvel, bsggel,  Nyjts felje vd kart,  Ha kzd ellensggel;  Bal sors akit rgen tp,  Hozz r vg esztendt,  Megbnhdte mr e np  A mltat s jvendt! Verse 2  seinket felhozd  Krpt szent brcre,  ltalad nyert szp hazt  Bendegznak vre. S merre zgnak habjai  Tisznak, Dunnak,  rpd hs magzatjai  Felvirgoznak. Verse 3  rtnk Kunsg mezein  rt kalszt lengettl,  Tokaj szlvesszein  Nektrt csepegtettl. Zszlnk gyakran plntld  Vad trk sncra,  S nygte Mtys bs hadt  Bcsnek bszke vra. Verse 4  Hajh, de bneink miatt  Gylt harag kebledben,  S elsjtd villmidat  Drg fellegedben,  Most rabl mongol nyilt  Zgattad felettnk,  Majd trktl rabigt  Vllainkra vettnk. Most read in Football Live Blog TRANSFER NEWS LIVE Lionel Messi to Inter Miami EXCLUSIVE, Spurs close in on Fonseca 'BLESSING IN DISGUISE' Ex-WWE star Lio Rush retires aged just 26 after horror injury PAUL OF DUTY Logan Paul calls out more stars after Miami showdown with Floyd Mayweather HERE WE GO AGAIN The fight between Lamar Odom and Aaron Carter explained 'SEE YOU LATER!' Everything to know about MLB sportscaster Bob Carpenter Pictured CAB CARTED OFF Angel Cabrera cuffed as golf icon is extradited to Argentina to face charges  Verse 5  Hnyszor zengett ajkain  Ozmn vad npnek  Vert hadunk csonthalmain  Gyzedelmi nek! Hnyszor tmadt tenfiad  Szp hazm, kebledre,  S lettl magzatod miatt  Magzatod hamvvedre! Verse 6  Bjt az ldztt, s fel  Kard nylt barlangjban,  Szerte nzett s nem lel  Honjt a hazban,  Brcre hg s vlgybe szll,  B s ktsg mellette,  Vrzn lbainl,  S lngtenger flette. Verse 7  Vr llott, most khalom,  Kedv s rm rpkedtek,  Hallhrgs, siralom  Zajlik mr helyettek. S ah, szabadsg nem virl  A holtnak vrbl,  Knz rabsg knnye hull  rvnk h szembl! Verse 8  Sznd meg Isten a magyart  Kit vszek hnynak,  Nyjts felje vd kart  Tengern knjnak. Bal sors akit rgen tp,  Hozz r vg esztendt,  Megbnhdte mr e np  A mltat s jvendt! Verse 1  O God, bless the nation of Hungary  With your grace and bounty  Extend over it your guarding arm  During strife with its enemies  Long torn by ill fate  Bring upon it a time of relief  This nation has suffered for all sins  Of the past and of the future! Verse 2  You brought our ancestors up  Over the Carpathians holy peaks  By You was won a beautiful homeland  For Bendeguzs sons  And wherever flow the rivers of  The Tisza and the Danube  rpd our heros descendants  Will root and bloom. Verse 3  For us on the plains of the Kuns  You ripened the wheat  In the grape fields of Tokaj  You dripped sweet nectar  Our flag you often planted  On the wild Turks earthworks  And under Mtys grave army whimpered  Viennas proud fort.  Verse 4  Ah, but for our sins  Anger gathered in Your bosom  And You struck with Your lightning  From Your thundering clouds  Now the plundering Mongols arrows  You swarmed over us  Then the Turks slave yoke  We took upon our shoulders. 3  Verse 5  How often came from the mouths  Of Osmans barbarian nation  Over the corpses of our defeated army  A victory song! How often did your own son aggress  My homeland, upon your breast,  And you became because of your own sons  Your own sons funeral urn! Verse 6  The fugitive hid, and towards him  The sword reached into his cave  Looking everywhere he could not find  His home in his homeland  Climbs the mountain, descends the valley  Sadness and despair his companions  Sea of blood beneath his feet  Ocean of flame above. Verse 7  Castle stood, now a heap of stones  Happiness and joy fluttered,  Groans of death, weeping  Now sound in their place. And Ah! Freedom does not bloom  From the blood of the dead,  Torturous slaverys tears fall  From the burning eyes of the orphans! Verse 8  Pity, O Lord, the Hungarians  Who are tossed by waves of danger  Extend over it your guarding arm  On the sea of its misery  Long torn by ill fate  Bring upon it a time of relief  They who have suffered for all sins  Of the past and of the future!