Omega late Night Show Live, Budapest, 1979

I had to wait the night-watch when we arrived
´Cause it was only five in the morning
By four the stage was ready, and in the bar
Tires roadies were drinking and smoking

Suddenly lights were on pailing the sun
And we stood on the stage among the fans
Replying to the first tunes there was a scream
And it fused faces into a mass

After the curtains dropped, we got worn out
Never even felt satisfaction
Outside police cars were whooming and we were told
It was only an upholding action

Crased papers, posters were rolling on the floor
And crushed tins littered the empty hall
Crossing the scattered rubbish we were to leave
The night watch came to lock the door