{This following program is dedicated to the city
And people of San Francisco
Who may not know it but they are beautiful
And so is their city}
{This is a very personal song
So if the viewer cannot understand it
Particularly those of you who are European residents
Save up all your bread and fly Translove airways to San Francisco, USA
Then maybe you'll understand the song}
{It will be worth it
If not for the sake of this song
But for the sake of your own peace of mind}
Strobe light's beam creates dreams
Walls move, minds do too
On a warm San Franciscan night
Old child, young child feel all right
On a warm San Franciscan night
Angels sing, leather wings
Jeans of blue, Harley Davidsons too
On a warm San Franciscan night
Old angel, young angel feel all right
On a warm San Franciscan night
I wasn't born there
Perhaps I'll die there
There's no place left to go
San Francisco
Cop's face is filled with hate
Heavens above, he's on a street called Love
When will they ever learn?
Old cop, young cop feel all right
On a warm San Franciscan night
The children are cool
They don't raise fools
It's an American dream
Includes Indians too

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