Ha En Rozsa Volnek lyrics

I've improved the translation a bit more:

Ha én rózsa volnék (if i were a rose bush)
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If i were a rose bush, i wouldn't bloom just once;
i would blossom four times every year:
once for the young man, once for the maiden,
once for the true love and once for their final passing.

If i were a gate, i would stand wide open;
come from where they may, i would let anyone through. I would never ask, "tell me who sent you? "
i would simply be glad if all could enter.

If i were a window i would be so wide
that the whole world could be seen though me;
people would look through with understanding -
nothing would be hidden.

If i were a small street i would always be clean;
every evening, i would be bathed in clear light;
and if, some day, steel girders crushed the life from me,
even the earth beneath me would mourn in desolation.

If i were a national flag, i'd never wave in anger:
winds from all directions could never provoke me. I would be stretched out, stiffly:
never a slave to the direction of the wind.

Translation by dave rado, based on the translation by petheo janos

I believe the following modifications make it read better and more grammatically in english:

Ha én rózsa volnék (if i were a rose bush)
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If i were a rose bush, i wouldn't bloom just once;
i would blossom four times every year:
once for the young man, once for the maiden,
once for the true love and once for their final passing.

If i were a gate, i would stand wide open;
come from where they may, i would let anyone through. I would never ask, "tell me who has sent you? "
i would only be glad if all could enter.

If i were a window i would be so huge
that the whole world could be seen though me;
people would look through with understanding
and nothing would be hidden.

If i were a small street i would always be clean;
every evening, i would be bathed in clear light;
and if, some day, steel girders crushed the life from me,
even the earth beneath me would mourn in desolation.

If i were a nation's flag, i'd never wave in anger:
winds from all directions could never provoke me. I would be stretched out stiffly,
never a slave to the direction of the wind.

Translation by dave rado, based on the translation by petheo janos

If i were a rose bush

If i were a rose bush, i would not bloom just once. Yearly i would blossom, true devotion four times:
once each for the young man, once for the young maiden,
once for ever-true love, and their final passing.

If i were a gate then, i would stand wide open
come from where they may come, i would let them pass through
i would never ask them, “tell me who has sent you? ”
i would only be glad, if they all could enter.

If i were a window, i would be so great big,
that the whole world could be, seen without distortion
eyes with understanding, all could look out through me
i would only be glad, if nothing were hidden.

If only a small street, i would always be clean
every blessed evening, i would bathe in clear light
and if some day steel threads crushed the life within me,
even earth beneath me, would mourn in desolation.

As a nation’s flag i’d never wave in anger
winds from all directions could never provoke me
i would only be glad if they fixed me stretched out
and would not be slave to all manner of ill winds.

Translation: petheo janos