Lyric

Get up early

The sun is already laughing

A quick shower

Then off we go until we decide

Crowded streets

Glass gazes

Vacation is a mirage

But I'm already behind

The alarm clock screams

There's no mercy

Run this way

Run that way

Vacations are killing me

You know

You know

In line at the museums

Under gloomy skies

The sun burns me

Is it an ironic king

Is this vacation

Or a sarcastic game?

A quick coffee

Then the map opens

Tired feet

On ancient and rare stones

The views are beautiful

I swear

But my heart screams:

"Absolute rest!"

The crowd pushes

It won't stop

Run this way

Run that way

Vacations are killing me

You know

You know

Traveling around visiting

Cities and troubles

The sun burns me

He's an ironic king

Is this vacation

Or a sarcastic game?