It was on Sunday when you told me to leave

 we took our suitcases full of shit,

 when we arrive at the motel we saw

 the receptionist was scratching his but.

 

 The food was awful and our bed was so hard,

 the stench of toilette made me cry.

 It doesn't care where you want to arrive

 if you spend it with someone the facts of your life

 

 And now it's time to enjoy that trip,

 the problems later,

 Forget all the moments we haven't been near

 they're always painful.

 

 We went to the center to see some good chicks

 but there's nobody in the main street

 after some beers and a couple of hours

 we were singing in front of someone's house

 

 Now has arrived our time to return,

 but our car has started to burn,

 without transport and no money in cash,

 we decided to sleep there another night.

 

 And now it's time to enjoy that trip,

 the problems later,

 forget all the moments we haven't been near

 they're always painful