San Franciscan Nights

The following song is dedicated to the city and 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, San Franciscóban találkozunk Strobe lights beam creates dreams Walls move, minds do too On a warm San Franciscan night Old child, young child, feel alright On a warm San Franciscan night Angels sing, leather wings Jeans of blue Harley Davidsons too On a warm San Franciscan night Old angel, young angel, feel alright 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 Cop's face is filled with hate Heavens above, he's on a street called love When will they ever learn? Old cop, young cop, feel alright On a warm San Franciscan night On a warm San Franciscan night On a warm San Franciscan night On a warm San Franciscan night On a warm San Franciscan night