Chansons sur Budapest et/ou la Hongrie

Je passe beaucoup de temps sur youtube et je me suis amusé à recenser quelques vidéos de chansons ayant pour thèmes, Budapest ou la Hongrie.


Emil Rulez - Hello Tourist


Hello tourist du bist in budapest,
Capitol of hungary
For a little money i will show you
This beautiful city

I'am a student i'am 23
I study sociology
On the very famous eötvös lóránd
Science university

Hello tourist on the right side,
Hello tourist on the left side

This is called danubius
Wich is a river and also a radio
That is a bridge wich is called lánc
And also one radio

To the right side you can see the buda part
Wich is one half of the city
To the left side you can see the pest
And the parliament of hungary

Hello tourist on the right side,
Hello tourist on the left side

Look at the hill there is a castel
It was the old king's residency
We have no more kings
Because hungary is a parlemental democracy

Hello tourist on the right side,
Hello tourist on the left side

I'am sure you are tired now
You can to left now this ship hapci
If you liked the tour you can give me now
Some hungarian money

We will stop now you can go to casino
Bye-bye arrivederci
I hope you enjoyed the sightseeing tour
Auf wiedersehen bonne nuit

Hello tourist on the right side,
Hello tourist on the left side
Hello tourist on the right side,
Hello tourist on the left side


BUDAPESCHT ( BUDAPEST) yiddish song Karsten Troyke



Jethro Tull - Budapest



I think she was a middle-distance runner...
(the translation wasn't clear).
Could be a budding stately hero.
International competition in a year.
She was a good enough reason for a party...
(well, you couldn't keep up on a hard track mile)
while she ran a perfect circle.
And she wore a perfect smile
in Budapest... hot night in Budapest.

We had to cozzy up in the old gymnasium...
dusting off the mandolins and checking on the gear.
She was helping out at the back-stage...
stopping hearts and chilling beer.
Yes, and her legs went on for ever.
Like staring up at infinity
through a wisp of cotton panty
along a skin of satin sea.
Hot night in Budapest.

You could cut the heat, peel it back with the wrong side of a knife.
Feel it blowing from the sidefills. Feel like you were playing for your life
(if not the money).
Hot night in Budapest.

She bent down to fill the ice box
and stuffed some more warm white wine in
like some weird unearthly vision
wearing only T-shirt, pants and skin.
You know, it rippled, just a hint of muscle.
But the boys and me were heading west
so we left her to the late crew
and a hot night in Budapest.
It was a hot night in Budapest.

She didn't speak much English language...
(she didn't speak much anyway).
She wouldn't make love, but she could make good sandwich
and she poured sweet wine before we played.

Hey, Budapest, cha, cha, cha. Let's watch her now.

I thought I saw her at the late night restaurant.
She would have sent blue shivers down the wall.
But she didn't grace our table.
In fact, she wasn't there at all.
Yes, and her legs went on forever.
Like staring up at infinity.
Her heart was spinning to the west-lands
and she didn't care to be
that night in Budapest.
Hot night in Budapest.

J'aime bien cette chanson. Par contre quelqu'un pourrait-il nous nous en faire une petite traduction ? Je serais curieuse de savoir. Par avance merci.