Egun motela

From the bus down
Cigarette extinguishing on the ground
The metal sound of the key going up the stairs
It seems this door has been locked
Light must be turned on
Darkness must be dispelled
The shoes need a parking space
A place must be found
In the kitchen, the microwave
It looks like a coffin
The desire to eat
I've drowned in a hot coffee
I want to light a cigarette

This is a boring day
I will get bored again
Always with the same story

The records on the shelf
I have to sit on the couch
Legs crossed over the coffee table
The whispers of the TV filling the room

If I had a button to escape
The yellow buses
To go to the end of the line
And modern 'english speaking'

This is a boring day
I will get bored again
Always with the same story