Az Én Apám [English translation]

My father raised me like the wind

Blowing softly, singing, telling fairy tales

He lived where every road ended

One thousand and one years aren’t enough for a life, for a life

I can hear him, his heart on the strings

I can see him, bearing the passing time on my face

I’m proud to confess his faith

Of a thousand and one songs this is the one that I hum

Old days, beautiful days

I love his memory

He calls me and I run to him

That was a lovely way to play

Old songs summon him

I still feel the sun's light

I can still hear the drone of the wind

I can still hear him in the voice of the wind

With a song he drove my sadness far away

All I can give him is that I belong to him

And I can say to my son with pride

He's my father, and here's my home

Old days, beautiful days

I love his memory

He calls me and I run to him

That was a lovely way to play

Old songs summon him

I still feel the sun's light

The wind whistled a lullaby so my dream would be beautiful

The wind whistled a lullaby, I can still hear it today

• Artist:Pápai Joci
• Album:Eurovision Song Contest Tel Aviv 2019