Albergo a ore [English translation]

I work at the bar

of a quick hotel,

I take coffee upstairs

to those who make love.

they go up and down

pairs all the same,

I do not see them well,

even with the glasses.

But I remained there like a moron,

seeing those two arrive one morning.

Clean, polite, seemed artificial,

seemed just two saint paintings.

They asked for a room,

I made them see

the less disgusting,

the number three.

And I put newer linens on the bed ,

and like Saint Peter, I gave them the keys.

I gave them the keys of that paradise

and I closed the door on their smile.

I work at the bar

of a quick hotel,

I take coffee upstairs

to those who make love.

they go up and down

pairs all the same,

I do not see them any more,

I have no glasses.

But I remained there like a moron,

when I opened the door in that grey morning.

They were in a total silence,

leaving just two bodies in the bed.

I know that it's none of my business

however it is not right

to die at twenty years

and then just here.

I got them wrapped in white sheets

and they did the last trip alone.

Neither flowers nor people, only a van,

but the place where they go will be fine.

I work at the bar

of a quick hotel,

I take coffee upstairs

to those who make love.

I will be obsessed,

but who knows why

I do not want to give

the key of the three.