Lyrics


Bela

I was born in Hungary
Once removed across the sea
Driven from my habitat
Budapest was something fine
Waltzed with Nazis three-four time
Don’t stand on my Edison

Oh, here’s the pain
Oh, come again

Stopped in New York for a spell
Failing health, I’m not too well.
Do you have a remedy?
Friends they come to comfort me
Knowing soon I’ll be set free
Let me write my masterpiece

Oh, Bela
Oh, poor Bela
Dying alone in New York
Oh, Bela
Oh, poor Bela
Trying again in New York

Met a student full of life
Played piano as my life
Hold onto my legacy
Practice hard and you my be
Someday just as great as me
All the way to Hungary



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