San Francisco [English translation]

It's a blue-painted house,

Against the hillside it's leaning.

We come there on foot, we don't have to knock,

For those who live there threw away the key.

And together we meet,

After years spent on the road.

We come there to sit all around a meal,

Everyone is there, at five in the evening.

When San Francisco gets foggy,

When San Francisco will light up,

San Francisco, where have you gone?

Lizard and Luc, Psylvia, please wait for me!

Swimming across the fog,

Embraced, rolling on the grass,

We'll listen how Tom plays on the guitar,

Phil on the quena, until darkest night.

Another will arrive,

Bringing news, telling about

That one who'll be back in a year or two,

Since he is happy, we will fall asleep.

When San Francisco awakens,

When San Francisco awakens,

San Francisco! Where have you gone?

Lizard and Luc, Psylvia, please wait for me!

It's a blue-painted house,

Hanging somewhere in my mind.

We come there on foot, we don't have to knock,

Those ones who live there threw away the key.

There long-haired people live,

Beds are large, flooded with music.

Invaded with light, crowded with lunatics,

That house will remain the very last standing.

If San Francisco collapses,

If San Francisco collapses,

San Francisco! Where have you gone?

Lizard and Luc, Psylvia, please wait for me!