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🎧 Echo of MAGURA – ÉRIK A SZŐLŐ Genre: Ethno Ambient • Psy Trance • Hungarian Folk Fusion “Érik a szőlő” (“The Grapes Are Ripening”) is a meditative, trance-infused rework of a classic Hungarian folk song. Its lyrics reflect on youth, poverty, longing, and the bittersweet passage into adulthood — themes that resonate deeply across time and space. Echo of MAGURA gives new light to this timeless melody with ambient textures, hypnotic rhythm, and sacred female vocal chants. 🌿 Vocals: Traditional Hungarian folk lyrics 🌌 Sound: doromb, flute, ambient layers, trance pulse 🌀 Mood: melancholic • earthy • ritualistic --- 🍇 *Lyrics (Hungarian original):* Érik a szőlő, hajlik a vessző, Bodor a levele. Két szegény legény szántani menne, De nincsen kenyere. Van vereshagyma a tarisznyában, Keserű magában. Szolgalegénynek, hej, a szegénynek, De kevés vacsora. Zörög a kocsi, pattog a Jancsi, Talán értem jönnek. Jaj, édesanyám, szerelmes dajkám, De hamar elvisznek. Kocsira ládám, melléje párnám, Magam is felülök. Jaj, édesanyám, szerelmes dajkám, De hamar elmegyek. Huncut a gazda, nem néz a napra, Csak a szép asszonyra. Huncut a vendég, mert mindig innék, Ha vóna, ha vóna. --- 🌍 *English translation (poetic adaptation):* The grapes are ripening, the vine is bending, Its leaves curled and proud. Two poor young men would go to plough, But they have no bread allowed. A red onion lies in their pack, Bitter to taste alone. For servant boys, oh, the poor souls — So little to call their own. The wagon rattles, the whip cracks loud, Perhaps they come for me. Oh, my dear mother, my sweet old nurse, How soon they’ll carry me. My trunk on the cart, my pillow beside, I too climb on with dread. Oh, my dear mother, my sweet old nurse, So soon I shall be led. The master’s a rogue, he won’t look at the sun, Only at a pretty face. The guest is sly too, for he always drinks — If there were wine, any place. --- 🎥 Visual & sound by Echo of MAGURA 🔔 Subscribe for more Hungarian folk x ambient trance journeys: / @echoofmagura #EchoOfMAGURA #ÉrikASzőlő #HungarianFolk #FolkSong #Népdal #PsyAmbient #EthnoTrance #MaguraSound #HungarianTradition #SpiritMusic #HungaroPsy