He opened his eyes halfway through. The television screen flashed red. Schlecht . Bad . The notes were all wrong. But then he saw the room.
He raised the grey microphone. He closed his eyes. And he sang. Ultrastar Magyar Dalok
Itt állok a sínek között. Nincs vonat, nincs menetrend. Csak a rozsda, ami összetart. (Here I stand between the tracks. No train, no schedule. Only the rust, that holds it all together.) He opened his eyes halfway through