BE VAGYOK ZÁRVA Lyrics – Beton.Hofi

BE VAGYOK ZÁRVA Lyrics Meaning

[Intro]
It’s night, and everyone seems to be off somewhere better in the West. There’s a sense of quiet, maybe even peace, but it’s more about giving up than feeling okay. The speaker wonders about his mom—hoping she’s alright. It’s a small, personal thought in the middle of all the heaviness.

[1. verze]
The artist talks about seeing signs of war and peace, hinting at how messed up and confusing things feel. He compares his thoughts to chewing on the sediment of the Volga—gritty, hard to swallow, with strange stuff still alive in it. Life isn’t simple; even money comes with baggage. People dress up not for fun, but maybe to survive or hide their pain. Anxiety has taken over his head like it’s filling a room. He feels like he’s in a museum, frozen, while others are busy pushing forward. He watches birds over a cemetery, possibly reflecting on death, memory, or freedom. At the same time, he’s running from some kind of harsh reality or pressure that keeps chasing him.

[Refrén]
He feels stuck in Hungary, like the country is both around him and inside him, shaping who he is. There’s something unresolved in him—represented by wings and tusks, symbols of struggle and escape. He mentions soldiers’ bodies being brought home, a reminder of loss and the cost of conflict. It’s all deeply personal.

[2. verze]
He paints a surreal scene of going to a housewarming party hosted by the devil, surrounded by torn-up religious books, like everything holy has been trashed. People watch silently as someone leaves, and politicians act recklessly to aggressive music. He talks about slipping through cracks in the system, sneaking past fences and hiding like he’s always on the run. There’s a knife with bacon from Transylvania on it—something cultural but turned into a weapon. He’s dodging the spotlight, avoiding being seen before the big reveal. Then he takes a jab at the people, calling them directionless. If you sell your soul, you might get rewarded with fake honor. Even medals are handed out by corrupt people, and dark secrets about leaders eventually come out. He talks about hiding his phone, maybe out of fear or caution. He holds on to memories, symbolized by weaving them into someone’s hair. Every breath he takes feeds into his music. He didn’t start his journey with God, but he feels he’ll end it with Him—maybe hinting at eventual redemption or surrender.

[Refrén]
Again, he expresses how trapped he feels by his country and how deeply it lives in him. The repeated images of wings and tusks show this ongoing inner fight—wanting to escape but also being part of the chaos. The return of soldiers’ bodies drives home the weight of war and how it affects everyone.