San Francisco

It's a blue house
Leaning on the hill
We come there on foot, we don't knock
Those who live there have thrown away the key

We meet again
After years of travel
And we come and sit around the meal
Everyone is there, at five o'clock in the evening

San Francisco is getting foggy
San Francisco lights up
San Francisco, where are you?
Liza and Luc, Sylvia, wait for me

Swimming in the fog
Entwined, rolling in the grass
We will listen
Tom on guitar
Phil at the kena, until the dark night

Another one will arrive
To tell us news
Of one who will return in a year or two
Since he is happy, we will fall asleep

San Francisco rises
San Francisco rises
San Francisco! Where are you
Liza and Luc, Sylvia, wait for me

It's a blue house
Clinging to my memory
We come there on foot, we don't knock
Those who live there have thrown away the key

Full of long hair
Big beds and music
Peopled with light, and peopled with madmen
She will be last to stand

If San Francisco collapses
If San Francisco collapses
San Francisco! Where are you
Liza and Luc, Sylvia, wait for me