All language subtitles for Magyar rapszodia Miklos Jancso, (1979) ENG

Gentlemen,a thousand year, that the
Hungarian obtained a homeland here.

He obtained it with blood.
With heroism.

The raging one stopped because of
that between storms like that strongly,

for his drawn land all of his clods
spouted patriot blood adheres.

And the Hungarian nation did not
disappear despite the serial fights.

Did not degenerate.

He did not deny his ancient blood.

We may be because of this all of them
are proud of us liking to be Hungarian

if we would not be Hungarian.

Because...

...but why I praise ourselves for here,
since the history speaks instead of me.

HUNGARIAN RHAPSODY

Sword out!

For the homeland!

Till death!

# Ow how tall, ow how tall this inn, #

# is in him, there is a good
Zsad�nyi voter in him. #

# If there is not a good
Zsad�nyi on sale in him, #

# Let this inn collapse. #

# Ow how tall, ow how tall this inn, #

# is in him, there is a good
Zsad�nyi voter in him. #

# If there is not a good
Zsad�nyi on sale in him, #

-These my sons!

-How nice!

# Let this inn collapse. #

# If there is not a good
Zsad�nyi on sale in him, #

# Let this inn collapse. #

# Ow how tall, ow how tall this inn, #

# is in him, there is a good
Zsad�nyi voter in him. #
For the homeland!

# If there is not a good
Zsad�nyi on sale in him, #
- Turn to the right!

# Let this inn collapse! #

# Ow how tall, ow how tall this inn, #

Speak to your father.

-My mother, I am not willing
to speak to these.

# is in him, there is a good
Zsad�nyi voter in him. #

-Should be ashamed of it
that you are his father.
-Go away!

# If there is not a good
Zsad�nyi voter in him, #

# Let this inn collapse! #

# If there is not a good
Zsad�nyi on sale in him, #

Shako down!

Only one single holy interest
floats before that straight man,

the interest of the homeland.

::On the flag::
LET THE NATIONAL PARTY LIVE

# The rain is falling, the wind blows,
is falling from the tree the leaf... #

We have to socialize the
today's existing society.

Let us show them as a lighting
torch, that we are siblings.

We have to socialize the
today's existing parties.

-Why?

Because one do not struggle for the folk.

They do not make an effort
for the social prosperity..

... but only themselves his profit.

And theirs the power.

And the folk they are hurrying
to the slavery to herd.

The folk recognised the
all kinds of parties already,

recognised his
representative's endeavours,

by way of who the burden
is growing on our shoulders.

And they do not dare to sound where it
would be necessary to sound for the folk

And the time comes when
the folk turns away from them.

Because they are not representatives
in fact, but profit-seeking.

Witnesses onto him the past societies.

# Bow the stars, #

# the bayoneted stars #

# towards gentlemanly castles. #

# Oh, my God, oh, my God, #

# what I had to go through, #

# poor hangs down from the branches, #

# there was a prison my home, #

# may mourn already my dove. #

# poor hangs down from the branches, #

# there was a prison my home, #

# may mourn already my dove. #

# We recognise all rank, #

# branchy crown, #

# tools: scythe, hoe, harrow, #

# let its palm be crusty, #

# because of who the
folk does not have bread. #

# let its palm be crusty, #

# because of who the
folk does not have bread. #

We do not need a gentleman,
Baksa Andr�s our delegate.

HURRAY HURRAY HURRAY

My recollection flies back into the
past, and my soul clouds over.

Where the noble persons
who carried the truth,

the ploughman in their heart and
their head disappeared worker folk.

Who never knew the
ugly and firm selfishness!

Who forged ahead on one single road
are the truth and honours on his road.

The lords destroyed them.

We step onto the Lords'
head because of this.

Because the society is firm
apparently only, ...

though only like that than the fugitive
landscape, which surrounds us.

Summer comes onto a spring,
onto an autumn winter.

The Lords' world is over so.

The poor folk's spring comes.

And it will never be over!

The nature does not beget the
eternal spring then for us,

but we procure it with our two hands.

Down with him! Down with him!

# They jump about, his fool is roamed, #

# I don't know, it is called me only, #

# One of the days like that,
than the other one, #

# I go as far as the railway station...#

# Where those two tracks converge, #

# I ask my rose, you come back. #

# Where those two tracks converge, #

# I ask my rose, you come back. #

# let its palm be crusty, #

# because of who the folk
does not have bread. #

# let its palm be crusty, #

# because of who the
folk does not have bread. #

# They jump about, his fool is roamed, #

# I don't know, it is called me only, #

# One of the days like that,
than the other one, #

# I go as far as the railway station...#

# Where those two tracks converge, #

# I ask my rose, you come back. #

Your mother's rotten peasant God!

Where my gun?

Come back!

Sit down!

# It is raining silently, #

# spins round on the eaves,
on the eaves, #

# I wait for my darling, for my darling#

# Mud will be from it, I know it #

# My baby comes, I understand it,#

# It is raining silently, #

# spins round on the eaves,
on the eaves, #

# Mud will be from it, I know it #

# My baby comes, I understand it, #

# It is raining silently, #

# spins round on the eaves,
on the eaves, #

I told your father that he should
not intervene in the politics.

Stinking peasants these,
his end will not be good for this.

You notice it, it is destroyed once.

Let us go away from here, my sons.

Let us go to my fathers into B�cska.

# If there is not a brown
little girl on sale, #

# let this inn collapse. #

# Ow how tall, ow how tall this inn, #

# is in him, there is a
brown little girl on sale, #

Right for the folk!

For the workers homeland!

WORK, BREAD!

# We recognise all rank, #

# branchy crown, #

# tools: scythe, hoe, harrow, #

# let its palm be crusty, #

# because of who the folk
does not have bread. #

Down with him!

Down with him! Down with him!

-Chair!

Old Baksa, D�zsa Gy�rgy playful?

Your gang hurt my father and my mother!

-I want revenge!

As you got accustomed
to it here on the farm.

They rotted!

Garbage rotted animals!

With gun you come onto us?

Lousy gendarmes, come now!

Or your cheek only big?

-Who are you?

You miserable, what is it your neck?

Hit me, if you dare!

You rotten gendarme!

Dirty peasant!

# God betrayed us #

# my comrades, my friends, #

# silver badge his face #

# on the gendarmes' coats. #

# We stand in an iron handcuff now, #

# our shirt the north wind, #

# and we call it our mother, #

# the winter turns into a spring. #

# For a good king, a beautiful homeland,#

# a Hungarian man gets back on
his feet for a millennial freedom. #

My sons, please let us pray.

Let the homeland live.

# Onto the "Crown" in P�pa
the Sun shines, #

# the lords arrived into a visitor, #

# I have it lived in his
most beautiful year, #

# I proved competent into
the "Crown" in P�pa. #

# Me my baby not mourn, #

# do not shed a tear because of me #

# my name was written in Big Book, #

# the into "Crown" named inn in P�pa. #

# Me my baby not mourn, #

# do not shed a tear because of me #

# my name was written in Big Book, #

# the into "Crown" named inn in P�pa. #

# Onto the "Crown" in
P�pa the Sun shines, #

# the lords arrived into a visitor, #

# I have it lived in his
most beautiful year, #

# I proved competent into
the "Crown" in P�pa. #

# Me my baby not mourn, #

# do not shed a tear because of me #

# my name was written in Big Book, #

# the into "Crown" named inn in P�pa. #
-Why you do not sing?

# Me my baby not mourn, #

# do not shed a tear because of me #

# my name was written in Big Book, #

# the into "Crown" named inn in P�pa. #

# Whistles the engine,
two carriages follow it, #

# my mother is crying, the
big grief destroys it then, #

# don't cry my mother,
I arrive soon then, #

# or i'm dying, out in the high life. #

# don't cry my mother,
I arrive soon then, #

# or i'm dying, out in the high life. #

The two Zsad�nyi boys
march in as a volunteer

# Onto the "Crown" in
P�pa the Sun shines, #

# the lords arrived into a visitor, #

# I have it lived in his
most beautiful year, #

# I proved competent into
the "Crown" in P�pa. #

# Me my baby not mourn, #

# do not shed a tear because of me #

# my name was written in Big Book, #

# the into "Crown" named inn in P�pa. #

# Me my baby not mourn, #

# do not shed a tear because of me #

# my name was written in Big Book,#

# the into "Crown" named inn in P�pa. #

-Watch out!

-At ease.

-Cheers, guys!

-Who came here with an own horse?

-Like this looks promising?

-I reared it.

-Onto horse!
Run!

-Szeles-T�th to me!
-Running step! Go!

-1,2,1,2, 1,2,1,2 ,1,2, stop!

-1, 2

-1, 2

-1, 2

-1, 2

-1. Stop!

-At ease.

-You can shoot yet?

-Fire at me!

-Fire at me!

-Shoot already!

-Szeles-T�th, you animal!

-You brute, you ox, you pig!

-You corn gobbler!

-Why not shoot, if I say it?

-It is necessary to follow out the command!

-Shoot already!

Shoot already, his peasant god,
your cowardly mother!

-It is necessary to follow
out the command!

-Horse!
Gendarme shako!

-Shoot!

-Szeles-T�th to me!

-I ask it, what do you want from me?

-You know it fine.

-Let me shoot my horse?

-Yes.

-I reared it.

-I taught everything to it.

The horse understands his name?

Understands it

-What's his name?

-K�cos.

-Horse's mother?

Porfelh�.

-Horse's father?

N�dor.

-When was born?

Szeles-T�th

Brave you fought.

I this the iron crown order
I would send it to become you.

But i can't because
this is an officer's honour.

-Guys!

-I know, how your shirt,
neither your pants.

you would have fought more
valiantly possibly if he would be
a little of your land...

-Yes, this it's possible...

but you should have could then, ...

that to the Hungarian land truth right..

it is possible to win it with
willingnesses to make sacrifice
and heroism only.

This word, that Hungarian, means
so much to me always: that brave.

The courage our folk's wonderful weapon.

And the person who throws away this
weapon automatically throws away his life.

You ran away cowardly, so you threw
it away to your life truth right.

And who throws away this right
automatically throws away his life,
his homeland.

For coward folk does not have a homeland

And I would be the most
stateless one between you,..

...if I could not get that joy for you,

how each other should not be needed
looking him in the eye to feel ashamed
the heroical death died.

Let him the verminous fall
away if his good fell away.

-I decimate you, come on.

Abate, Istv�n. This prophetic
speech does not suit you.

You know that this war is over
well and we did not lose this war,

but the richness of the world
turning against us won it.

-You commit a murder if you decimate
your bravest, most honest men now.

-I do not take in this.

-I protest against this.

Other thing to kill in war
and other thing in peace.

We two we know this well.

Go then between them, you cowardly shit.

Destroy them!

-Fire!

***speaks in German***

-What do you want, Szeles-T�th?

-Are you lucky, captain lord!

The boys did not execute
it the decimating.

We do not hang you up because of this.

The soldiers council sent me.

K�roly a king grounded arms.

-Istv�n, my uncle waits for you.

You know about the fact that Charlie
was the prime minister(?!)

Congratulations for Charlie.

I may not do it personally now

-Though he needs you.

-Allow it!

Kom�ri Istv�n.

Zsad�nyi Istv�n.

-Which from Kom�ri-family?

-From the count one.

Who licked the ass of the
Vienna ones always!

-Istv�n!

First lieutenant lord, sit down!

Excuse me!

-I may not be now your help.

I may not be!

While I did not gather my team from
chosen men the against Reds.

But not only the against Reds, ...

...because I do not like everything,
which is white.

The soft little counts, who holed
up in Vienna, may not be my allies.

-For Charlie I send a message about it,...

... I visit it then if my team
increased to national one then.

Ladies, thank you for your help!

Istv�n, come here!

Kiss me, before you go away!

My horse!

"Our old glory where you are
late in the nightly dimness?"

"Centuries plant, and you under
them deeply dying. "

"You entail light alone."

Thick clouds and the wreathless shape of
the sad absent-mindedness float on you.

Gentlemen!

Gentlemen, my friends!

For the world war and the
revolution known his morals.

The red hordes if he succeeds to knock...

in terms of the construction of
our future not this primary aim.

-We have to get the wind
the red brigands.

Land it is necessary to send
it to become the peasant.

And for the folk national thought.

You are naive, Istv�n!

-I don't know a what kind of
expression I shall find onto you.

Maybe for white Jacobin one
would need you name.

Only you forget about the most important
characteristic of the Jacobin ones.

From aiming for the order
and the discipline.

This means so much translated
into our circumstances ...

...that we have to create the social
relations sanctified by the centuries,

...and it is allowed to start
thinking afterwards only.

Land to give everything for a peasant,
who not only cannot run a farm...

...but cannot write even his
own name down honestly.

This the disintegration of the ancient
farming and the Hungarian statehood
would mean crushing him finally.

Not me onto the butts, but it to think
soundly I thought of can smallholders.

Maybe you think of old Baksa Andr�s?

What this provocation against me?!

The independent Hungarian court
acquitted me and my younger brother
of the charge of the murder.

And if this does not like,
I beat your cheek up.

Do you understand? You, you!

Victory!

HURRAY!

It is over for the proletarian world!

Victory! -Victory!

# Sej-haj, our old sorrow and our grief#

# sej-haj we live again
and we have a good time! #

# Sej-haj, our old sorrow and our grief#

# sej-haj we live again
and we have a good time! #

***speaks in German***

We stand here, we the winners!

We knew that we are invincible
until all of them.

The Reds fools, they want something
that existed always since a man exists.

The distinguished ones, the aristocrats
lived in communism at all times.

And to live for the world's
end for a tooth.

Who is aristocrat may be
a winner and free one only.

We are free.

Totally free.

For we freedom there
does not is a limit to him.

Who are you?

How you are called?

You don't recognise me, godfather?

I take them away to myself.

Right turn!

Onto shooting stand by!

Up!

-Fire!

Salute!

# You are the lad Tyukod fellow, #

# Not like that, than somebody
else, than Kuczug Bal�zs, #

-How you get here?

-I report it, we came in the
accompaniment of the dignitary.

# Let a back grow in our
country good wine, drink, #

# Not a penny, but two
thalers needs fellow #

# For a poor lad cheap his blood, #

# three copper farthings
the wage of the poor one #

# may not spend it poor ultimately, #

# His blood crumbles out for a
homeland between two pagans! #

# We liked the kuruc ... #

You know Eszter, right?

But you do not know that his
father was my old good friend.

-It was destroyed!

The crane-feathered it was destroyed.

-But not only he, his wife,
Eszter's mother.

Though a woman was beautiful.

And the killers are here
in your detachment.

Arat� Fr�lik first lieutenant
and Csenger lieutenant.

Take off your mantle, Eszter .

-She was tortured seriously.

I brought it as living evidence.

Istv�n, you know that
I love you and I respect you.

You know it, I am a prime minister,...

... after the governor the second
man in this country.

I could have performed the act
of bringing two regiments even.

But I did not make it.

The friendly emotions and aiming for
the mutual understanding controlled
me always in your direction.

I opened now and I will be
frank with you.

The detachments' time was end.

The world noticed us.

And if want to fit into the European
civilized nation family, ...

...already though want to adjust,...

...we may not allow it then let us be
addressed as ourselves, Hungarian
puszta robbers, killers

...on the authoritive Parisian, London
and New York political forum.

We dissolve the detachments.
Yours ,Istv�n.

Disarm it and sends home your men!

The governor forgives their
trespasses until now ...

but the most serious punishment is
due starting for the smallest action.

Arat� Fr�lik and Csenger I was not able
to protect at the cabinet bureau,
I have to arrest them.

But i hope so you understand it the
fruitful consolidation requires victims

We ask this victim of you rather because
we would like to compensate for it at it.

We have big plans with you, Istv�n.

I invite you into my government
for an agricultural minister.

Wait, keep silent throughout.

There is not a more suitable
man at you in the country.

-You are your father's son,
you are a good ploughman.

-In these heavy times,
when the peasantry moves ...

...about when they jeopardizes the
stability of our economic life,...

...we need a man who is
thinking with our head.

You are a medium landowner.

You stand close to them.

-Transpire to hold the wind
their sailing boats.

-I do not undertake it, Charlie.

-You want me as a puppet, ...

...you forward you defined my role,...

...you want to have me on string.

However i free and I am independent
and it is I am left over.

-I know a truth:

my land knows it what I want and
I know it what I may expect of him.

I will farm on my own land at home.

They did not leave?

Are waited for you, my godfather.

They came for you.

Who?

-You know them.

-Come, lead.

-Captain lord, I was added to you
in order that we tell our will.

We want you to be a minister
at the H�derv�ri.

We wish because we need you.

You are skilled at the land.

-The end of the revolution.

-Sure, how an any kind of permit
will be provided to nobody.

You will do the land reform.

-You will make it gently.

Nicely.

-Step by step, as we say it.

You go away shit, Szeles-T�th.

-Who you conceive yourself as,
and who you conceive me as?

Could know onto so much, how you could
know it, it is not possible
to have me on string.

-Go away from here while I speak nicely.

So good, we teach you to
remember then then.

Baksa Andr�s.
Acquaintance, isn't it?

-Captain lord, you are murderous!

Force it into the stable!

Let him be thinking!

-Do not touch me!

-Alone i'm going.

-I came here from my own will,
Szeles-T�th.

-I am a prisoner, your prisoner
in my own house

There will be anxiety for you from
the soldiers, the gendarmes,
if they would wander off here.

I don't care, what you say, captain lord!

Answer what we asked of you.

You undertake it or you do
not undertake it?

-Good. We bring an action against you
with the charge of a murder then.

This your horse, captain lord?

-The horse's name?

You know that old Baksa Andr�s
death has the anniversary today?

He was not there on Baksa farm.

Not too we called it here
because of that.

You can shoot, first lieutenant lord?

Shoot him the captain lord's horse!

Again!

This was those two pistol, right?

-Yes.

With which one you shot?

Everything second is filled with bullet

You will not have me on string.

***speaks in German***

-What's your name?

You don't recognise me, godfather?

For the first time I talk to him. Okay?

Run!

What you want here?

Go away!

# Now we stand in an iron handcuff #

# Our shirt the north wind, #

# and we call it our mother, #

# the winter turns into a spring.#

# Who it has lived onto
a trouble raised, #

# we are the glowing exclamation mark. #

# a thousand years of his pride may
not strike already onto this folk #

# we call out valiantly onto the sky, #

# the freeman of the
tomorrow we will be#

# a thousand years of his pride may
not strike already onto this folk #

# we call out valiantly onto the sky, #

# the freeman of the
tomorrow we will be #

#Who it has lived onto a trouble raised#

# we are the glowing exclamation mark. #

# a thousand years of his pride may
not strike already onto this folk #

# we call out valiantly onto the sky, #

# the freeman of the
tomorrow we will be #

# a thousand years of his pride may
not strike already onto this folk #

# we call out valiantly onto the sky, #

# the freeman of the tomorrow
we will be #