Turn my dear horse

This one was actually inspired by a Hungarian folk song, my infatuation with trawelling and Eastern culture, and one of *theSIGNer's polls (I really should learn how to put links in this page:">; if you want to see his works -and you should!!!-, roam around my faves, there are a lots of them)

The Youtube link to the song:

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The rough translation:

Turn, my horse

Turn my dear horse, to where the Sun passes,
We are not going to come back ever again.
I am going away, to a far away land,
My beautiful homeland never to see again.

Blow away, oh good wind, blow away the dust of long roads,
The dust of long roads, the tracks of my grey horse.
The grey was a good one, good was his conduct,
God please bless the one that brought him up for me.

There, in the far away, I am so sick,
I can hardly make it to my neighbor’s house.
My neighbors keep telling, I might even die,
Even I feel that I’m not staying for long.

In an unknown city, there are unknown men,
I keep walking the roads, but don’t know anyone.
I would talk to them, but they can’t understand me,
Over this my heart cries with sorrowful tears.

Turn my dear horse, to where the Sun passes,
We are not going to come back ever again.
I am going away, to a far away land,
My beautiful homeland never to see again.