Intars Busulis - Traffic Jam (Probka)
You might think it is superb to be stuck in a traffic jam
They all are in a good mood, only I’m so evil
I don’t know where you are, I sit here in vain
How can I get closer, closer to you?
It is not so superb at all
Remaining all on your own
And not moving forward anywhere
Not getting closer to you
Listen, come meet me at last
How long can one refuse one’s life?
Fly to me over misunderstandings
Take this final decision
Again, in a traffic jam, when it helps
You advance only when another person moves
It’s not enough if I start to move myself
I need you to come, to come, to come
To hell with all my futile actions
Come, it’s you I’m calling, come, I’m nearly howling
Alone, I’m bored, alone, pretending that it is superb
To be stuck in a traffic jam, nonsense!
It is not so superb at all
Remaining all on your own
And not moving forward anywhere
Not getting closer to you
Listen, come meet me at last
How long can one refuse one’s life?
Fly to me over misunderstandings
Take this final decision
Listen, come meet me at last
How long can one refuse one’s life?
Fly to me over misunderstandings
Take this final decision
Listen, come meet me at last
How long can one refuse one’s life?
Fly to me over misunderstandings
Take this final decision
