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