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 Translav 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-Talakuzung. Old child, young child, feel all right On a warm San Franciscan night Angels sing, leather wings Chains 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 San Francisco God's face is filled with hate Heaven's above is 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