The sun is rising over Hungary Another morning in Budapest Another day of history The world has changed in Budapest
Some say it's dirty, some say it's of gold Some call it gently the Paris of the East Some see it cold as a matter of fact Budapest ist he door to the West
And I think of all the centuries This town has been through, through joy and through fears And I think of 56 When the world was burning in Budapest
Perestrojka, a generation has fallen United Germany, freedom for all No more East and no more West 33 years later in Budapest
It started here it happened so fast Now the doors are open Szeretlek Budapest
