San Francisco
It's a blue house,
Backed up against the hillside.
We come there on foot, we don't knock,
People who live there threw away the key.
We meet together,
After years on the road.
And we come there to sit, around a meal,
Everyone is there, at five in the evening.
When San Francisco gets foggy,
When San Francisco lights up,
San Francisco, where have you gone?
Lizard and Luc, Psylvia, wait for me!
Swimming in the fog,
Embracing, rolling on the grass,
We'll hear Tom on the guitar,
Phil on the quena, until darkest night.
Another will arrive,
To tell us news
About someone who'll return in a year or two,
Since he is happy, we will fall asleep.
When San Francisco awakens,
When San Francisco awakens,
San Francisco! Where are you?
Lizard and Luc, Psylvia, wait for me!
It's a blue house,
Fixed in my memory.
We come there on foot, we don't knock,
People who live there threw away the key.
Populated by long-hairs,
Large beds and music.
Invaded with light, crowded with lunatics,
It will be the last to remain standing.
If San Francisco collapses,
If San Francisco collapses,
San Francisco! Where are you?
Lizard and Luc, Psylvia, wait for me!
