Life In Men's Motel
Life In A Motel
Many years and years ago, I lived in a worker's motel
In Budapest, for years. Before 2005. Hmm, it was a castle
The castle of the single men, guys. Typically, men's world life
A driver, builders, metal workers, woodworkers, and an electrician. And me.
A bank and shop worker,
the drunk waiter
This house was the castle of the night-living decadent guys
Daytime, everybody worked preciously, like an engineer
Oh, time, I think, and I am sure, I am the only one who is still alive
At night, we lived like devils, and so many pubs were open there
Where are you, my brothers? My brothers?? I hope you're kind
Your honest friendship in my life. Best people, best guys! Living your life!
Living! Living!! In my life! You were friends and fathers. I love you. All of you.
And our queen is gone. I loved her. She was the boss. I never forget
She was my mother. After 2008, she always waited for me to come back.
She gave me a home when I came back from London, to enjoy my little holiday
Loved manager, lady of the house, I never, and never forget you
Pure mind, pure mentality, pure life, real puritan style
She said she can’t accept ladies in the motel, only men. No, problem. She meant it
Time
I will visit this house
Again
I hope works
This motel
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