[00:01.33]Artist：thomas dolby
[00:02.45]Songs Title：budapest by blimp
[00:04.09]On the corners of boulevards I call your name
[00:59.63]Now and again they play our tune
[01:10.13]In the grip of a tiny hand over a flame
[01:21.04]Pale as the phases of the moon ...
[01:45.51]In the cafes and shopping malls I see your face
[01:53.08]Turn into mist on evening dew
[02:02.14]But a book and a photograph just aren＇t the same
[02:05.20]There is a train that＇s leaving soon
[02:29.52]...Budapest by Blimp
[03:03.46]Over pillars and palaces I＇ll hold your hand
[03:34.70]Until the fog is lifted
[03:46.34]May be better you hold me close than understand
[03:49.59]How far away I＇ve drifted
[03:56.90]In the face of a tragedy too bleak to know
[04:06.52]The death of some grand illusion
[04:20.34]All the treasure we pilloried, splendour we stole ...
[04:29.02]They never told you that in school
[04:38.58]KONNYEBB VOLNA TAN FELEDNI
[04:46.40]MINT TAVOZASOM ERTENI
[04:51.09]MULTBOL EGY KISZAK ITTOTT LAP
[04:59.34]EKODBOL INDUL EGY VONAT
[05:09.03]...Budapest by Blimp
[05:21.40]...Que je voudrais vous presenter, messieurs et dames
[05:25.90]Regardez bien, je vous en prie
[05:29.09]Here＇s a map and a diagram, a shrivelled page
[06:48.77]Ripped from the book of history
[06:57.90]See the priceless antiquity frozen in time
[07:47.08]Built on the ashes of the Jews
[07:49.02]And for your curiosity, beauty sublime
[07:50.51]Signed in the blood of Zulus
[07:52.21]Not really a goosestep, more of a limp