Mi a véleményetek Korda György Reptér c. számáról?

Nem tudom mi a jó benne, szerintem ritka sz@r!

Bár vannak sokkal sz@rabbak is.

This land is a no-man's place,

No one here with roots to trace,

No customs hold us in a firm embrace.

Every style's embraced with ease,

Good music whispers on the breeze,

Confessions come in tongues from overseas.

Here, people come and people go,

Machine birds gather in endless flow.

(Chorus)

Airport – the wind sock flaps in flight.

(Airport) – the lights are flashing bright.

(Airport) – the sky calls out for me.

Airport – the wind sock flaps in flight.

(Airport) – the lights are flashing bright.

(Airport) – I always long to be free.

Strange faces all around me here,

Quick-stepping crowds are ever near,

The speakers call a Portuguese by name.

A blonde girl waves a last goodbye,

Where she goes, who knows, or why,

A bearded German cashes out his claim.

Here, people come and people go,

Machine birds gather in endless flow.

(Chorus)

Airport – the wind sock flaps in flight.

(Airport) – the lights are flashing bright.

(Airport) – the sky calls out for me.

Airport – the wind sock flaps in flight.

(Airport) – the lights are flashing bright.

(Airport) – I always long to be free.

Airport – the planes are here again.

The lights keep flashing by.

The sky keeps calling high.

Airport – the planes are here again.

The lights keep flashing by.

I always want to fly.

Airport – the planes are here again.

The lights keep flashing by.

The sky keeps calling high.

Airport – the planes are here again...