Not your accent, not you perfume, not your voice
Not your name, I don’t know nothing
I hurry, hotel and key,
Cold room, awakening in 8-Th (o’clock)
Speak to me, tell me anything
Speak to me,- Only now I don’t hear
Speak to me – right now I get
Bosnia Express , and I don’t have any more pictures
One photo soon white frame
Smells like jasmine tea
White horses, she and me
And birds in the mountains
I tell to you about her
I tell you about her- although I didn’t want to
I tell you about her- I get to
Bosnia Express , and I don’t have any more pictures
Hotel- unbearable
Hotel- motel, I hate it
Hotel motel, and your love
Hotel motel