In the morning light, we set our sights
The Trout Trail calls, with open skies
Charcoal burners by the gate, we hesitate
With the trees so tall, and tales so great
The path before us, a winding show
The mountains whisper, come, let's go
On the Trout Trail, where the rivers sing
Through the trees and light, adventures bring
The mountains echo, wild and free
On the Trout Trail, come with me
At the Tourist Park, we stopped for breath
Saw portraits there, felt history's breadth
The stream flows gently, ducks in view
Mountains rise, kissed by morning dew
The smelter's tales, in iron walls
Learning history's voice, where echoes call
On the Trout Trail, where the rivers sing
Through the trees and light, adventures bring
The mountains echo, wild and free
On the Trout Trail, come with me
Steps we trace, with miles to cover
Stories shared, hope and wonder
Beer and tales, with laughter's chime
The Bükk calls again, one step at a time
On the Trout Trail, where the rivers sing
Through the trees and light, adventures bring
The mountains echo, wild and free
On the Trout Trail, come with me