My fellow citizens, are you with me?!

Put your hands in the air like you just don’t care!

Cause Budapest makes lots of noise!

Everyday I wake up not to the alarm

But to the sounds of the city in which I was born

Trams, cars, buses, the sound of the horn

Not only in the eve but in the early morn'

It’s a literal sound occupation

A post-modern creation

Paying tribute to the vibes of our civilisation's

Monotonous search for fulfilment

Monogamously clinging to what we’re calling achievement

So we keep on diggin’ and drillin’, virtually killing

All the left-over sounds of the world that we live in

To exchange ‘em for our own - KABOOM!

You gotta be born in the city to be tone-deaf, come on!!!

Synth solo

Haha!

It’s noisy city, you better believe me!