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 Francisco-ban 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 angels, young angels 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 all right

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