In the summer of two-zero-five
Through Bakony's peaks, we arrive
A pack on my back and dreams in my head
Counting miles as our daily bread
New gear for the trail, we embrace
With laughter and friendship, we chase
Raise a glass to education, my friend
On the Blue Trail, where adventures blend
Toast to the journey, where paths never end
Through the hills, our spirits ascend
From Zirc to Fehérvárcsurgó
Memories carved as we go
Historic spots and forest trails
The rhythm of nature, where spirit prevails
Echoes of laughter between the trees
In this harmony, we find our ease
Raise a glass to education, my friend
On the Blue Trail, where adventures blend
Toast to the journey, where paths never end
Through the hills, our spirits ascend
The mountains sing their ancient tune
Underneath the July moon
Footsteps that trace history's line
In this moment, hearts entwine
Raise a glass to education, my friend
On the Blue Trail, where adventures blend
Toast to the journey, where paths never end
Through the hills, our spirits ascend
On that trail, we stride with stories untold
Through Bakony mounts, with dreams that unfold
Overeducated we tread with minds a-fire
Tales of devils 'tween Tasman, desire
Breaking new grounds, Mester's plan unveiled
In the wilderness, every moment regaled
Raise a toast to what we've seen
On that trail, those summer scenes
Overeducated, free our souls
Wide paths, high peaks, taking tolls
Packed our gear, new toys in hand
Polished knife and Maglite grand
In pubs, in jests, in dusk's soft call
Pálinka sips and laughs, oh we have it all
Through Hungary's heart, to history we peer
With every step, a memory near
Raise a toast to what we've seen
On that trail, those summer scenes
Overeducated, free our souls
Wide paths, high peaks, taking tolls
Under star-lit skies, tales flow
Mirth and story, our eyes aglow
In the woods, where silence keeps
Life's reflections, deeply steeped
Raise a toast to what we've seen
On that trail, those summer scenes
Overeducated, free our souls
Wide paths, high peaks, taking tolls
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In the summer of two-zero-five
Through Bakony's peaks, we arrive
A pack on my back and dreams in my head
Counting miles as our daily bread
New gear for the trail, we embrace
With laughter and friendship, we chase
Raise a glass to education, my friend
On the Blue Trail, where adventures blend
Toast to the journey, where paths never end
Through the hills, our spirits ascend
From Zirc to Fehérvárcsurgó
Memories carved as we go
Historic spots and forest trails
The rhythm of nature, where spirit prevails
Echoes of laughter between the trees
In this harmony, we find our ease
Raise a glass to education, my friend
On the Blue Trail, where adventures blend
Toast to the journey, where paths never end
Through the hills, our spirits ascend
The mountains sing their ancient tune
Underneath the July moon
Footsteps that trace history's line
In this moment, hearts entwine
Raise a glass to education, my friend
On the Blue Trail, where adventures blend
Toast to the journey, where paths never end
Through the hills, our spirits ascend
On that trail, we stride with stories untold
Through Bakony mounts, with dreams that unfold
Overeducated we tread with minds a-fire
Tales of devils 'tween Tasman, desire
Breaking new grounds, Mester's plan unveiled
In the wilderness, every moment regaled
Raise a toast to what we've seen
On that trail, those summer scenes
Overeducated, free our souls
Wide paths, high peaks, taking tolls
Packed our gear, new toys in hand
Polished knife and Maglite grand
In pubs, in jests, in dusk's soft call
Pálinka sips and laughs, oh we have it all
Through Hungary's heart, to history we peer
With every step, a memory near
Raise a toast to what we've seen
On that trail, those summer scenes
Overeducated, free our souls
Wide paths, high peaks, taking tolls
Under star-lit skies, tales flow
Mirth and story, our eyes aglow
In the woods, where silence keeps
Life's reflections, deeply steeped
Raise a toast to what we've seen
On that trail, those summer scenes
Overeducated, free our souls
Wide paths, high peaks, taking tolls
Through Bakony's peaks, we arrive
A pack on my back and dreams in my head
Counting miles as our daily bread
New gear for the trail, we embrace
With laughter and friendship, we chase
Raise a glass to education, my friend
On the Blue Trail, where adventures blend
Toast to the journey, where paths never end
Through the hills, our spirits ascend
From Zirc to Fehérvárcsurgó
Memories carved as we go
Historic spots and forest trails
The rhythm of nature, where spirit prevails
Echoes of laughter between the trees
In this harmony, we find our ease
Raise a glass to education, my friend
On the Blue Trail, where adventures blend
Toast to the journey, where paths never end
Through the hills, our spirits ascend
The mountains sing their ancient tune
Underneath the July moon
Footsteps that trace history's line
In this moment, hearts entwine
Raise a glass to education, my friend
On the Blue Trail, where adventures blend
Toast to the journey, where paths never end
Through the hills, our spirits ascend
On that trail, we stride with stories untold
Through Bakony mounts, with dreams that unfold
Overeducated we tread with minds a-fire
Tales of devils 'tween Tasman, desire
Breaking new grounds, Mester's plan unveiled
In the wilderness, every moment regaled
Raise a toast to what we've seen
On that trail, those summer scenes
Overeducated, free our souls
Wide paths, high peaks, taking tolls
Packed our gear, new toys in hand
Polished knife and Maglite grand
In pubs, in jests, in dusk's soft call
Pálinka sips and laughs, oh we have it all
Through Hungary's heart, to history we peer
With every step, a memory near
Raise a toast to what we've seen
On that trail, those summer scenes
Overeducated, free our souls
Wide paths, high peaks, taking tolls
Under star-lit skies, tales flow
Mirth and story, our eyes aglow
In the woods, where silence keeps
Life's reflections, deeply steeped
Raise a toast to what we've seen
On that trail, those summer scenes
Overeducated, free our souls
Wide paths, high peaks, taking tolls
Writer: Tamás Nagy
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