It’s not cold in Arany János
as April draws near.
We are an incandescent fire
igniting Margit híd,
we dream of the Danube alight
inflaming infinity.
We board a yellow tram
taking swigs of Tokaji.
The guard at Parliament changes,
this is life right here,
at the ruins of Szimpla Kert,
the ardent memory of you and me.
Amid decadence, amid majesty,
between the future and the past,
to an eternal present we are chained.
We will not stifle our love
on the Széchenyi bridge
by sealing it in a padlock,
nor invoke Saint Valentine
by crossing the night in Deák Ferenc square
in each other’s arms.
That disturbing bridge
on leaving Ferihegy:
what a contrast to the palaces,
the bourgeoisie and their children!
Temples of modernity
now kissing oblivion.
Amid decadence, amid majesty,
between the future and the past,
to an eternal present we are chained.
Music by: Jordi Montañez
Lyrics by: Jordi Montañez
Produced by: Pau Romero
Translated by: AXIAL