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(JOHNNY CORNCOB)

Based on the poem
by Sándor Petőfi

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Pearl of my heart,
light of my soul!

Look at me!

Look at me, for in this world
you are my one and only joy.

Cast the ray of your blackthorn
eyes upon me.

Come out of the water,
let me hug you.

Come up on the bank for
just a moment,

and I'll kiss my soul onto
your red lips!

Johnny my dear,
I'd gladly come out...

if I weren't in such a hurry
with the laundry.

I must hurry,
or else they'll treat me poorly...

for I'm my mother's
stepdaughter.

Come out,
my pigeon!

Come out,
my dove!

The kissing and hugging
will be quick,

and your stepmother's
nowhere near.

Don't let your lover
yearn to death!

You dishonest creature!

This is shameful!

You dare to commit such an
unworldly disgrace?

Lounging all day,
and doing ungodly deeds...

Just look at you...
may the devil take you!

Enough of that now!

You hear me,
Ma?

Hold your tongue,

or we'll plaster it.

Don't you dare say a
word against Iluska

or you'll lose the rest
of your teeth.

If you don't want me to burn
your house down,

don't mistreat this poor orphan.

She slaves and works enough,

and still gets nothing
but dry bread!

Go now,
my Iluska.

You still have your tongue,

to complain if she treats
you poorly.

Don't count them,
good master.

Why deny it?
There are a lot missing.

I'm terribly sorry,
but what can I do?

Don't joke, Johnny,
you know I don't like tricks.

Things are going well for you,
so don't make me angry.

A pitchfork,
a pitchfork!

Let me stick him through!

Ay, robber!
Ay, gallows bird!

May the crows pick out his eyes!

Is this why I kept you?
Is this why I fed you?

May you never escape the
hangman's noose!

Get out of my sight,
don't let me see you again!

And now,
my lovely Iluska...

And now,
my dear rose...

God bless you.
Think of me sometimes.

When you see a tumbleweed
driven by the wind,

may it bring your mind the memory
of your fugitive lover.

Johnny, my soul,
go if you must.

May God be with your every step.

When you see a broken flower
thrown in the middle of the road,

may it bring your mind to the
memory of your withering lover.

One for you...
and one for me.

One for you...
and one for me.

One for you...
and one for me.

One for you...

and one for me.

May God the Lord grant you a
good and lucky evening!

Man of misfortune,
who are you

to dare set foot on this doorstep?

Do you have parents?
Do you have a wife?

Whatever you have,
they will never see you again.

Whoever has reason to fear
for his life,

would be wise to avoid
this place,

but life is not dear to me.

And whoever you are,

I enter without the least
bit of fear.

I'll tell you one thing,
little brother...

I declare you to be a real
brave lad!

God created you to be a bandit.

You despise life,
and scorn death.

We need you...
let's shake on it!

It's good fun to pillage,
and to collect treasure.

We have precious things here,
the chest is full of gold.

There you see a burly barrel,
but it doesn't contain brandy.

Jewels shine in it, hundreds of them,
fire-red and blue like the sky.

Sometimes you must kill a little for it,
bandits joyfully dance in blood.

Blade flashes, gun fires,
it's easier to take from the dead.

Join us, you'll have a fair share!
We'll shake hands on it tonight.

We have a fiery wine today,
let's drink to our fellowship!

I am your companion.
Here's my hand on it!

This is the finest hour of
my ugly life.

Let's give a toast,
my men!

This is a holy wine we're drinking,
stole this yesterday from the cleric.

Take the pitcher and help yourself,
give it a kiss, a passionate one!

I will stuff my sack,

and take it home for you,
my lovely Iluska!

You'll no longer be a slave to
your mean stepmother.

I shall make you my wife...
God wants it to be so.

I shall build a house
in the middle of the village,

and take you there as
my lovely bride.

We will live happily ever after,

like Adam and Eve in Paradise.

Oh God my Maker,
what am I saying?

Shall I take the cursed
money of bandits?

There may be blood stuck
to every piece.

With treasure like this how could
I be happy and rich?

I'd gladly become a soldier!

If only you'd have me...

If I could only join up with you,

I would stare the bright sun
straight in the eye.

Think it over well,
my countryman.

We are not going for sport,
but to kill.

The Turks sprang onto the
people of France.

We are going to help the French.

Well then,
I'd like all the more

to be set on a saddle and horse.

If I don't kill,
my sorrow will kill me.

War is something I greatly desire.

Until now I have only known a donkey,
for I am a shepherd by trade.

But I am a Magyar,

and the Magyar are made
for the horse.

God created the horse and saddle
for the Magyar people.

Bleak land of Italy,
full of rosemary forests,

black storm clouds bring
heavy snow.

Italy is full of snow-frost,

winter never ends there,

even the soul is freezing.

Johnny Corncob,
do you regret,

joining the army?

You look like a brave
hussar on your horse,

you would make a great lieutenant,

you would make a great lieutenant.

The Land of the Tatars has no end,

the rising sun cannot go
round it in a day.

Grim landscapes,
abandoned paths,

hundreds of evils to fight,

a million dog-headed
men are on the watch.

Attack!

Johnny Corncob,
do you regret,

joining the army?

You look like a brave
hussar on your horse,

you would make a great captain,

you would make a great captain.

Far, in India there's
a sky-high mountain,

whoever reaches the
top is stewing in sweat.

The sun is so close it
burns you,

one more hour and they'll be there,

Oh, let's hope the horses'
legs make it!

Johnny Corncob,
do you regret,

joining the army?

You look like a fine
hussar on your horse,

you would make a great colonel,

you would make a great colonel.

Finally they arrived in France,

The King and his daughter
were long expecting them.

The evil Turks were all over
the place.

His majesty and the princess,

had been hiding for a while.

Is this not a sad situation,
my brothers?

My wealth once rivaled the
treasures of Darius,

and now I must struggle
with the greatest destitution.

Don't worry, Your Majesty,
King of France!

We'll make these wicked
people dance,

for having treated you
so undeservingly.

Tonight we shall rest a bit,

because the journey was long
and we're a bit tired.

But tomorrow,
as soon as the sun rises,

we shall reconquer your
lost land.

But what about my poor daughter,
my sweet daughter?

Where will I find her?

The leader of the Turks has
captured her.

Whoever brings her back
can count on her hand.

Valiants,
follow me!

Charge!

No, Your Grace,
stay back.

Your arms are already
weak from battle.

I know that time has not
diminished your courage,

but what use is it when your
strength is gone?

Stop,
heathen!

Stop, or I'll open a gate
in your body

through which your miserable
soul can flee to Hell!

Brother, you are more than
big enough for one man.

Stand still and I'll divide
you in two.

My dear liberator!

In my gratitude,
I'll grant you anything.

If you so desire,
I will be your wife.

Let's go, my rose,
first to your good father.

There we can discuss the
matter further.

I have quickly prepared everything,

and it is already served in
the next room.

Listen to me,
you noble heroes.

Listen to me,
you noble heroes...

Listen to me,
you noble heroes!

I have something very
important to say.

First of all,
tell me your name,

you brave valiant who
saved my daughter.

Johnny Corncob is my
righteous name.

As of today, I give you
another name.

Hereafter may you be called:

John the Valiant.

My good John the Valiant,
hear my speech.

Because you have saved
my dear child,

take her for your wife.
Let her be yours.

And with her have a seat
on my royal throne.

I wish to thank the kindness
of Your Grace,

which I do not deserve.

At the same time,
I must declare,

that this goodness I
cannot accept.

I would have to tell a long story
to explain why

I'm unable to take advantage
of your kindness,

but I fear I would bore
Your Graces,

and I don't wish to be
burdensome to others.

Do speak, my son,
and you can be sure we will listen.

That which troubles you
must truly be futile.

And I never told her,
my Iluska,

not to give her heart to another,

and she never told
me to be faithful.

Yet we both knew that we would
never breach our loyalty.

Therefore, beautiful princess,
don't count on me.

If I cannot have my dear Iluska,

I shall take no other girl
in this world,

even if death were to overlook me.

I shall not force you to marry,
my son.

But do not refuse what I
want to give you

as a token of my gratitude.

Now, John the Valiant,
savior of my daughter,

take this sack and all that's in it,

to make you and your bride happy.

I would keep you,
but I know you wouldn't stay,

for you wish to be
with your beloved.

So go then...

but let your colleagues remain

to enjoy a few more days
of amusement!

Bon voyage and good luck!

Bon voyage and good luck!

Oh Iluska,
beautiful angel of my soul.

Do you sense the happiness
in store for you,

now that your bridegroom is bound
home with treasures?

I am bound home,
so that at last

after many struggles,
we may be a couple.

We will be a couple,
happy and wealthy.

Never to depend on
another man again.

Where?
Where is Iluska, where?

Poor Mr. Johnny...
She's buried in a grave.

Tell me the truth.

She's married,
isn't she?

I'd rather she was married
than down below.

Why didn't I fall in the
throng of battle?

Why didn't I find my
grave at sea?

Why, why did I come into this world?
Why?

Only to be stricken by such
thunder and torment!

How did my pigeon die?

What trouble caused her death?

Ay, the poor creature had
many troubles.

But it was her stepmother's
torture that broke her.

Though the mean critter paid for it,

because she wound up with
a beggar's stick.

My only treasure.
The remains of my beloved.

Show me the way,
and I shall follow you.

Even the grave's word
won't stop him,

such love knows no fear.

John continues his bitter path,

to find his beautiful lover
even underground.

The land of giants
is limited by the sky,

no man can ever cross it.

Beyond that,
the sun won't ever rise,

the whistling wind brings
only funeral songs.

Only sorrowful shadows live

in the Land of the Dead.

Since you are here,
come and dine with us.

If you don't swallow a boulder,
we'll swallow you.

Accept it,
or we will season our dry meal

with your body's grist
crumbled into powder.

I'll do it if you wish,
why not?

I shall join your company
for dinner,

I only ask that you do one thing.

Break off a little piece
for me to start.

Take it.
This is but a noodle.

Next, you'll get a dumpling.
Now bite!

Bite your own miserable day!

And I'll bet your teeth will break!

It soldered onto your gullet!
Invite me to another boulder dinner!

Our Lord and King.

Have mercy on us,
have mercy.

For we accept you as our king.

But do not harm us,
we are your slaves.

What our brother said
is our common wish.

Just don't harm us,
we are your slaves.

Accept us as your slaves forever.

I accept your offer,
but with one provision.

I won't stay here,
for I must go on.

But I shall leave someone here
in my place as king.

Whoever it will be,
it's all the same to me.

I only ask of you one thing.

Whenever the need arises,

you'll all appear at my side.

Merciful lord,
take this whistle with you,

and we will come whenever
you call your slaves.

Are you able to wade
across this sea?

Am I able?

I should think so.

Wade across with me!

Have a seat on my shoulders.
Like this...

Now grab ahold of my hair.

Look,
there's the shore!

That's only an island.

What kind of an island is it?

Fairyland,
you must have heard of it.

Fairyland,
the end of the world.

Beyond that, the sea
disappears into nothing.

Take me there,
my faithful slave.

Because above all else,
I wish to see it.

It is no easy matter to
gain entry there,

for the gates are guarded
by terrible miracles.

Don't worry about that,
just take me there.

Whether I can enter or not,
we shall see.

And to this day, in the
glorious circle of the fairy nation,

in the lap of his beloved Iluska,

His Grace John the Valiant

is the happy monarch of
Beautiful Fairyland.

The End

In celebration of the 150th anniversary
of the poet Sándor Petőfi's birth.