Towards the Hungarian sea,
The summer is hot, it blinds everyone,
The evening is getting lighter on the street,
A multilingual crowd attracts or repels
Absolute superiority on the street,
Together Europe is all here.
We are among them,
The summer parties, Lake Balaton are calling again,
We don't feel like going to bed,
Our blood is racing, the night makes us wild.< br/>Let's make peace, or the miracle won't help us anymore,
But look what happened, a man is approaching.
A man on the street, a tree branch on his shoulder, very exclusive.
His body wrapped in rags we laugh when we see it. Oh, oh.
I won't forget the summer, The memory of the old man with a pipe cheers me up,
And what I should do, Pay attention, learn something from him.