I finally find some melodies from my huge list of favorites. They make me remember my childhood. The big old radiogram made of wood. The bakelite disks had that little noise which seemed to be part of the music. I had to laugh when I realized why the songs seem different.
Ócska láda hevert a porban
a régi pince borai közt
hozzá léptem s megnéztem jobban
érdekelt mi lehet a lakat mögött
...
Ócska láda divat a zárja
pince mélyén porosodott
lelke mélyén csak arra várva
hogy levegye már valaki a vén lakatot.
Zalatnay Sarolta
I wish I could sing it to everybody and make them feel so happy as I am.
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