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Famous Hungarian song for rational egoists (with translation)

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Dániel Boros
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This is a song that in my opinion could be easily called the hymn for rational selfishness. Hope you will like it.

"Zene nélkül mit érek én" in hungarian:

Tető nélkül apró házad mondd, mit ér,

A legszebb híd a folyó nélkül mondd, mit ér,

És a tűz a meleg nélkül,

És a leány a fiú nélkül

Mondd, mondd, mondd, mondd, mit ér?!

Termés nélkül termőfölded mondd, mit ér,

És a kerted a virág nélkül mondd, mit ér,

És az éj az álom nélkül,

Életed a tettek nélkül

Mondd, mondd, mondd, mondd, mit ér?!

És zene nélkül mit érek én,

És zene nélkül mit érek én,

Zene nélkül mit érek én,

Mondd, zene nélkül mit érek én!

Termés nélkül termőfölded mondd, mit ér,

És a kerted a virág nélkül mondd, mit ér,

És az éj az álom nélkül,

Életed a tettek nélkül

Mondd, mondd, mondd, mondd, mit ér?!

És az anya a gyermek nélkül mondd, mit ér,

És a szíved az érzés nélkül mondd, mit ér,

És a nyár a napfény nélkül,

És a föld az ember nélkül

Mondd, mondd, mondd, mondd, mit ér?!

És zene nélkül mit érek én,

És zene nélkül mit érek én,

És zene nélkül mit érek én,

És zene, zene nélkül mit érek én!

És zene nélkül mit érek én,

És zene nélkül mit érek én,

Mondd, zene nélkül mit érek én,

Mondd, zene, zene nélkül mit érek én!

És zene nélkül mit érek én,

És zene nélkül mit érek én,

Mondd, zene nélkül mit érek én,

Mondd, zene, zene nélkül mit érek én!

És zene nélkül mit érek én,

És zene nélkül mit érek én,

Zene nélkül mit érek én,

Mondd, zene, zene nélkül mit érek én!...

Zene nélkül mit érek én in english (my rather poor translation):

Your little home without a rooftop, tell me, what would its worth be,

The prettiest bridge without a river, tell me, what would its worth be,

And the fire without warmth,

And the girl without the boy

Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me what would their worth be?

Your Land without yield, tell me, what would its worth be,

And your garden without flowers, tell me, what would its worth be

And the night without dreams,

Your life without exploits,

Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me what would their worth be?

And without music what would my worth be,

And without music what would my worth be,

And without music what would my worth be,

Tell me, without music what would my worth be.

Your Land without yield, tell me, what would its worth be,

And your garden without flowers, tell me, what would its worth be

And the night without dreams,

Your life without exploits,

Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me what would their worth be?

And the mother without the child, what would her worth be,

And your heart without feelings, what would its worth be,

And the summer without sunlight,

And the Earth without people

Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me what would their worth be?

And without music what would my worth be,

And without music what would my worth be,

And without music what would my worth be,

And without music, music what would my worth be.

And without music what would my worth be,

And without music what would my worth be,

Tell me, without music what would my worth be,

Tell me, without music, music what would my worth be.

And without music what would my worth be,

And without music what would my worth be,

Tell me, without music what would my worth be,

Tell me, without music, music what would my worth be.

And without music what would my worth be,

And without music what would my worth be,

Without music what would my worth be,

Tell me, without music, music what would my worth be.

Original author Máté Péter from 1982

A very good remake by the band Black to Black

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Aside from the line about the mother and a few too many repeated lines I thought it was pretty nice.

I think it wouldn't be that hard to add a few more other things to ask about and maybe an ending that draws an actual conclusion it could be great.

(Though that one line could also be interpreted in that she wouldn't be a mother without a child.)

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Aren't values what etchics is all about?

When a musician sings - And without music what would my worth be? - don't you think he believes that his highest value is to do creative work like Howard Roark did?

Also this:

And the night without dreams,

Your life without exploits,

Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me what would their worth be?

I never said this was Ayn Rand grade literary work. If it were the guy would have most likely ended up in prison.

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