Johnny Corncob (János Vitéz)

Based on the poem by Sándor Petőfi

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Pearl of my heart, light of my soul!

Look at me!

Look at me, for in this world you are my one and only joy.

Cast the ray of your blackthorn eyes upon me.

Come out of the water, let me hug you.

Come up on the bank for just a moment,

and I'll kiss my soul onto your red lips!

Johnny my dear, I'd gladly come out...

if I weren't in such a hurry with the laundry.

I must hurry, or else they'll treat me poorly...

for I'm my mother's stepdaughter.

Come out, my pigeon!

Come out, my dove!

The kissing and hugging will be quick,

and your stepmother's nowhere near.

Don't let your lover yearn to death!

You dishonest creature!

This is shameful!

You dare to commit such an unworldly disgrace?

Lounging all day, and doing ungodly deeds...

Just look at you... may the devil take you!

Enough of that now!

You hear me, Ma?

Hold your tongue,

or we'll plaster it.

Don't you dare say a word against Iluska

or you'll lose the rest of your teeth.

If you don't want me to burn your house down,

don't mistreat this poor orphan.

She slaves and works enough,

and still gets nothing but dry bread!

Go now, my Iluska.

You still have your tongue,

to complain if she treats you poorly.

Don't count them, good master.

Why deny it? There are a lot missing.

I'm terribly sorry, but what can I do?

Don't joke, Johnny, you know I don't like tricks.

Things are going well for you, so don't make me angry.

A pitchfork, a pitchfork!

Let me stick him through!

Ay, robber! Ay, gallows bird!

May the crows pick out his eyes!

Is this why I kept you? Is this why I fed you?

May you never escape the hangman's noose!

Get out of my sight, don't let me see you again!

And now, my lovely Iluska...

And now, my dear rose...

God bless you. Think of me sometimes.

When you see a tumbleweed driven by the wind,

may it bring your mind the memory of your fugitive lover.

Johnny, my soul, go if you must.

May God be with your every step.

When you see a broken flower thrown in the middle of the road,

may it bring your mind to the memory of your withering lover.

One for you... and one for me.

One for you... and one for me.

One for you... and one for me.

One for you...

and one for me.

May God the Lord grant you a good and lucky evening!

Man of misfortune, who are you

to dare set foot on this doorstep?

Do you have parents? Do you have a wife?

Whatever you have, they will never see you again.

Whoever has reason to fear for his life,

would be wise to avoid this place,

but life is not dear to me.

And whoever you are,

I enter without the least bit of fear.

I'll tell you one thing, little brother...

I declare you to be a real brave lad!

God created you to be a bandit.

You despise life, and scorn death.

We need you... let's shake on it!

It's good fun to pillage, and to collect treasure.

We have precious things here, the chest is full of gold.

There you see a burly barrel, but it doesn't contain brandy.

Jewels shine in it, hundreds of them, fire-red and blue like the sky.

Sometimes you must kill a little for it, bandits joyfully dance in blood.

Blade flashes, gun fires, it's easier to take from the dead.

Join us, you'll have a fair share! We'll shake hands on it tonight.

We have a fiery wine today, let's drink to our fellowship!

I am your companion. Here's my hand on it!

This is the finest hour of my ugly life.

Let's give a toast, my men!

This is a holy wine we're drinking, stole this yesterday from the cleric.

Take the pitcher and help yourself, give it a kiss, a passionate one!

I will stuff my sack,

and take it home for you, my lovely Iluska!

You'll no longer be a slave to your mean stepmother.

I shall make you my wife... God wants it to be so.

I shall build a house in the middle of the village,

and take you there as my lovely bride.

We will live happily ever after,

like Adam and Eve in Paradise.

Oh God my Maker, what am I saying?

Shall I take the cursed money of bandits?

There may be blood stuck to every piece.

With treasure like this how could I be happy and rich?

I'd gladly become a soldier!

If only you'd have me...

If I could only join up with you,

I would stare the bright sun straight in the eye.

Think it over well, my countryman.

We are not going for sport, but to kill.

The Turks sprang onto the people of France.

We are going to help the French.

Well then, I'd like all the more

to be set on a saddle and horse.

If I don't kill, my sorrow will kill me.

War is something I greatly desire.

Until now I have only known a donkey, for I am a shepherd by trade.

But I am a Magyar,

and the Magyar are made for the horse.

God created the horse and saddle for the Magyar people.

Bleak land of Italy, full of rosemary forests,

black storm clouds bring heavy snow.

Italy is full of snow-frost,

winter never ends there,

even the soul is freezing.

Johnny Corncob, do you regret,

joining the army?

You look like a brave hussar on your horse,

you would make a great lieutenant,

you would make a great lieutenant.

The Land of the Tatars has no end,

the rising sun cannot go round it in a day.

Grim landscapes, abandoned paths,

hundreds of evils to fight,

a million dog-headed men are on the watch.

Attack!

Johnny Corncob, do you regret,

joining the army?

You look like a brave hussar on your horse,

you would make a great captain,

you would make a great captain.

Far, in India there's a sky-high mountain,

whoever reaches the top is stewing in sweat.

The sun is so close it burns you,

one more hour and they'll be there,

Oh, let's hope the horses' legs make it!

Johnny Corncob, do you regret,

joining the army?

You look like a fine hussar on your horse,

you would make a great colonel,

you would make a great colonel.

Finally they arrived in France,

The King and his daughter were long expecting them.

The evil Turks were all over the place.

His majesty and the princess,