We booked our room
In Vagabond's Motel
With your habit of finding faults
With each hotel
We became like vagabond Manuel
On every park bench rings a bell
"Lie down here folks
Make a hasty breakfast without yokes"
In every heart lies hopes
To live in the heart of nature
This fills both of us with rapture
Until we find out how hard is a wooden bench
Without a decent bed
So we just choose the name of the motel
In the direction of our vagabond dreams manual...
Ayten Suvak
