- cifra
stone in your fist smells like sea
refreshing old memories of your lover
the haze over the hills, it's getting cold,
can't chase the time
i see, it's budapest in your eyes
i see, it's budapest in your eyes
and she's falling to my arms, falling apart
and your terror sails so far away
sound of a flute makes you weak
blowing soft melodies to the harbours
it floats near your head, i feel it's warmth
can't breathe enough
i see, it's budapest in your eyes
i see, it's budapest in your eyes
budapest in your eyes, howling through the harbours
budapest in your eyes, blinking through the light
