San Franciscan Nights

The following song is dedicated to the city and the people of San Francisco, who may not know it, but they are beautiful, and so is their city. This is a very personal song, so if you cannot understand it, particularly my friends in Budapest, save up all your bread and fly Trans-Love airways to San Francisco, USA. Then, maybe you'll understand the song. It will be worth it. If not for the sake of this song, but for the sake of your own peace of mind. So, I'll meet you in San Francisco. Or, for those of you in Budapest, [Hungarian]

Strobe light beam, creates dreams

Walls move, minds do too

On a warm San Franciscan night

Old child , young child

Feel all right

On a warm San Franciscan night

Angels sing, leather wings

Jeans of blue, Harley Davidson's too

On a warm San Franciscan night

Old angel, young angel

Feel all right

On a warm San Franciscan night

I wasn't born there

Perhaps I'll die there

There's no place left to go

San Francisco

Cops face is filled with hate

Heavens above

He's on a street called "Love"

When will they ever learn?

Old cop, young cop

Feel all right

On a warm San Franciscan night x5