Through fields of verdant green, we roam the silent hills
Towards the peaks of Bakony, where the timeless story spills
The whispers of the past, beneath these ancient skies
With every step we take, a new adventure in our eyes
On this scenic detour, we travel on and on
From Fehérvárcsurgó to Szárliget, the journey rolls on strong
Underneath the rain-soaked sky, whispers from the trees
Stories of our journey echo with the breeze
From the shadows of the past, to the light where dreams ignite
Every step a memory, every path a guiding light
On this scenic detour, tales unfold anew
Through the lush Bakony hills, and the Vértes in bloom
On the trail to Csókakő, a village small yet grand
Echoes of a thousand years whisper beneath our feet