We are the village folk music for the City people
And the disco of the village
We are the children of the 90's East Meets West
The sound of the Berlin Wall falling
Reverberating it's final echoes
We are Budapest
We remember the idealism of our childhoods
But we can't find it now
Only on the dance floor with our music
We never saw communism
But we reject capitalism, and we hate fascism
We are Hippy in our hearts, but Punk in our souls
We look like hipsters so they call us gypsters
We are DIY but with our mommy and Daddy's help
We are rock n' roll but you would never guess so
We want to create not to destroy
So we recycle buildings, sounds, clothes and bikes
We want to save the world
But we still buy plastic and drive diesel
We want children but we're not sure if it's a good idea
We live in the moment because we never know when it will end
We want to see the world so we don't live anywhere
We busk for money
We are tough, We s leep on the streets
But we have been spoiled with freedom and instant gratification
We love our lifestyle but we hate our privilege.