부다페스트의 밤

Budapest at Night Du Chun Budapest at Night is an extension of the sea. I hear the long combat boots of the seagulls approaching Who always have their wet feet stuck in the sand. At the corner, pause, and thewind blows by My haggard eyes listen to the story on being addicted to the sea, Catch a glimpse of the rotten smell of the city going bad Though the messy, shaggy hair. Budapest at night Like a distand transit terminal for people Takes a story, stands before the wind, levels the horizon. The Gypsies fiddle Hungarian Dance No. 5 Their Long journey might have started right here. Budapest at night The waves soaked in dreams rushed over The night couldn't keep his eyes closed Came over the shoulders Thus the morning has broken.