On the corners of boulevards I call your namenNow and again they play our tunenIn the grip of a tiny hand over a flamenPale as the phases of the moon ...nIn the cafes and shopping malls I see your facenturn into mist on evening dewnbut a book and a photograph just aren't the samenthere is a train that's leaving soonn...Budapest by BlimpnnOver pillars and palaces I'll hold your handnUntil the fog is liftednMay be better you hold me close than understandnHow far away I've driftednIn the face of a tragedy too bleak to knownThe death of some grand illusionnAll the treasure we pilloried, splendour we stole ...nThey never told you that in schoolnnKonnyebb volna tan feledni (Perhaps it would be easier to forget)nMint tavozasom erteni (Than to understand my departure)nMultobol egy kiszak itott lap (A torn page from the past)nE kodbol indul egy vonat (A train is leaving from this fog)nn...Budapest by Blimpnn...Que je voudrais vous presenter, messieurs et damesnRegardez bien, je vous en prienHere's a map and a diagram, a shrivelled pagenRipped from the book of historynSee the priceless antiquity frozen in timenBuilt on the ashes of the JewsnAnd for your curiosity, beauty sublimenSigned in the blood of ZulusnnNot really a goosestep, more of a limpnn...Budapest by Blimp