I ride the boredom and escape from everyday life,
towards the sun and freedom,
but only when I'm far away will I feel alive again.
The road doesn't count anyway and the distance
It's a mental fact that I feel inside me,
that I need to escape because
routine oppresses me more and more, but it's difficult to dispel that taboo.
Sand and sun me I can already feel them
a few meters seem to never end
narrow road and hot wind on us
you hold yourself tight and think exactly what I think.
Do you remember the cold winters
The two of us hugging under that blanket which
isn't enough to cover even me but no one complains
because the warmth that counts is what each one manages to give.
I feel inside that I need to escape because
routine oppresses me more and more,
but it's difficult to dispel that taboo.
If boredom attacks you, you know it hurts
don't say that instead you're just stressed
you're tired of everything, that's not the fact, history repeats itself as you can see.

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