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
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 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
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 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