Budapeste

Prologue: Close your eyes and let yourself be guided.
You're in Budapest. Winter of '91. Year 1 of the fall of communism. It's been night since 3 in the afternoon. The weather is cold, freezing. You look around and see a dark city, with beautiful decrepit buildings, ruins, facades blackened by pollution. Everywhere, lines of black market vendors. The walls are filled with posters, in an impossible, indecipherable language. You feel lost. But I'll guide you. Follow me.

Here I go in my Traby
From bar to bar, getting drinks
Always partying all night long
Always rocking & rolling

Joint here, joint there
Another vodka to fill up
I run Pest, I run Buda
Always rocking & rolling

The nights in Budapest
Are nights of rock & roll

In the city's cellars
It's just bands playing
Causing a commotion
Everything rocking & rolling

Beautiful women to die for
Killer miniskirts
The party never ends
Everything rocking & rolling

The cellars of Budapest
Are cellars of rock & roll

Here I go in my Traby
From bar to bar, getting drinks
Always partying all night long
Always rocking & rolling

Joint here, joint there
Another vodka to fill up
Always partying all night long
Always rocking & rolling

The nights in Budapest
Are nights of rock & roll