Ah, Vienna of my dreams,
the City of Music,
Mozart,
Brahms,
Strauss,
and dear Schubert,
how your Ave Maria opens my tear ducts.
Oh how I have longed
to visit your great city.
Ah, Vienna of my dreams,
to caress the statues
at the Schloss Schönbrunn,
but darn they are out of my reach,
to only look then and admire,
to arouse my aromatic sense
with a fresh peach
from the Wiener Naschmarkt,
to admire the look of your bohemian textiles.
Ah, Vienna of my dreams,
to see your people dancing in the streets,
happy in the glory of their great city,
voted the most livable city in…
what, the world?
Yes, the most livable city
in the whole entire world!
Ah, Vienna of my dreams,
the largest city on the great Danube,
the cultural centre of a great nation,
how I’ve longed to walk
on your cobblestone streets,
longed to listen to your classical music,
longed to embrace your magnificent culture.
Ah, Vienna of my dreams,
damn that I am pinched awake
to face the reality,
that I finally,
after all these years,
fulfill my dream
and walk your streets,
your bloody filthy streets,
the walls of every building covered in graffiti,
the lack of pride in your greatness,
your faltering culture.
Damn you for waking me up.
The beauty of your trees’ fallen leaves
will not save you.
Take back your city.
Fix the walls of your buildings.
Take your baseball bats
to those who will destroy
the beauty of your city.
Take your own paint
and spray it in the faces
of your graffiti assholes.
Take your brooms
and sweep your streets.
It will take a revolution to save your city.
Will you take up your sword?
Will you take up your baseball bat?
Will you take up your brooms?
Will you unite?