Budapest By Blimp

On the corners of boulevards I call your name Now and again they play our tune In the grip of a tiny hand over a flame Pale as the phases of the moon In the cafes and shopping malls I see your face Turn into mist on evening dew But a book and a photograph just aren't the same There is a train that's leaving soon Budapest by blimp Over pillars and palaces I'll hold your hand Until the fog is lifted Maybe better you hold me close than understand How far away I've drifted In the face of a tragedy too bleak to know The death of some grand illusion All the treasure we pilloried, splendour we stole They never told you that in school Könnyebb volna tán feledni Mint távozásom érteni Múltból egy kiszakított lap E ködből indul egy vonat Budapest by blimp Que je voudrais vous presenter, messieurs, mesdames Regardez bien, je vous en prie Here's a map and a diagram, a shrivelled page Ripped from the book of history See the priceless antiquity frozen in time Built on the ashes of the Jews And for your curiosity, beauty sublime Signed in the blood of Zulus Not really a goosestep, more of a limp Budapest by blimp