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 faceturn into mist on evening dewbut a book and a photograph just aren't the samethere is a train that's leaving soon...
Budapest by 
BlimpOver pillars and palaces 
I'll hold your hand
Until the fog is lifted
May be 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
KONNYEBB V
OLNA TAN F
ELEDNIMINT 
TAVOZASOM 
ERTENIMULT
BOL EGY KI
SZAK ITTOT
T LAPEKODB
OL INDUL E
GY VONAT...
Budapest by 
Blimp...Que je voudrais vous presenter, messieurs et dames
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 
JewsAnd for your curiosity, beauty sublime
Signed in the blood of 
ZulusNot really a goosestep, more of a limp