Letra de San Franciscan Nights

The following song is dedicated to the city and the 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, [Hungarian]
Strobe light beam, creates dreams
Walls move, minds do too
On a warm San Franciscan night
Old child , young child
Feel all right
On a warm San Franciscan night
Angels sing, leather wings
Jeans of bluе, 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 thеre
Perhaps I’ll die there
There's no place left to go
San Francisco
Cops 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 x5