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Some say it's dirty, some say of gold
Some call it gently Paris of the east
Some say it cold as a matter of fact
Budapest is the door to the west
And I think of all the centuries
This town has been through joy and fears
And I think of 56
When the world was burning in Budapest
REFRAIN:
The sun is rising over Hungary
Another morning in Budapest
Another day in history
For the world has changed
Perestroika, a generation has fallen
United Germany and freedom for all
No more east and no more west
33 years later in Budapest
It started here, it happenend so fast
Now the doors are open
Én szeretlek
REFRAIN:
The sun is rising over Hungary...
But freedom might be dangerous
It's not another word for nothing left to lose
Mafia and prostitutes
You might lose yourself
REFRAIN:
The sun is rising over Hungary
Another morning in Budapest
Another day of history
For the world has changed in Budapest
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