I walk the path, through Mátra's embrace
With autumn leaves, we set our pace
Up to Muzsla, in the peak's hold
Dreams of victory, like tales of old
Muzsla! Oh, Muzsla, my mountain call
In your shadow, I rise, never to fall
Through valleys and the peaks we climbed
Echoes of history linger, intertwined
With each step, a story unfolds
In the heart of Mátra, our journey told
Oh, Muzsla, with your heights so grand
You test my spirit, yet here I stand
In the shadow of your towering might
I find my strength, my guiding light.