El blues del autobús

Every day I wake up
in a different room
where I find myself
when the sun is rising,
we sleep little and poorly
burning our health
to reach the fifth hell
where I will sing again
what will you be doing?

Every day a concert
a rehearsal a tension
that I control knowing
that it's my life that I give,
no tricks or cardboard
I am as you see me
I know more like a dog than an old man
but I'm starting to miss
a minute between you and me...

CHORUS:
I live on the road
inside a bus
I live on the road
parked in a blues
I live on the road
every time I look south
I live on the road
the bus blues...

If we could stop for one more minute
I need to make a phone call
If we could sleep a few more hours
before starting to play.

True, that equipment never sounds the same
What mystery will there be?
If we can connect the rest
it can be forgotten...

CHORUS:
I live on the road
inside a bus
I live on the road
parked in a blues
I live on the road
every time I look south
I live on the road
the bus blues.