In Sofia the morning comes
and I can feel it in the bones.
Уesterday, with some big palm
I had to brake the clock alarm.
All the head is full of pain
and I`m late for work again.
Fast you run to catch the tram
to crowd the ass in one of them
Public transport is dream true,
never in, you can feel blue.
Nothing but a part of heaven,
for a seat fight more than seven.
I`m so sure that in thаt sauna
is emerging brand new fauna.
Slaps ahead, include the elbows,
go straight front and never bows
Body hair and sweaty shirts,
even view can badly hurt.
And gorillas аll of beard,
something live and more than weird.
Sound of slurping in details
and some black and dirty nails.
Raspberries and noisy burps,
rapt in books-some shaggy nerds.
Smells of feet,and teeth and garlic,
all the crowd each other bad lick.
All the ceiling creak above
the atmosphere is filled with love.
Ketchup, shit and slimy spots
and nice smell of nightly pots.
It`s just I like it very much
and you can feel it, just one touch
I feel already – piece of trash,
and looks like pumpkin badly smashed.
When you go out, you`re blind and deaf,
you have to try it- cost just lev.
