Perfect - Pepe wróć

The spider spun its web
On the board where
The king sits alone

From the mirror opposite
A face looks at me
A face that makes me want to hit it

I wander from corner to corner
Clap my hands together
Sink my teeth into the plaster

Nothing helps
I want to howl from sorrow
Since you’ve been gone

As God commanded
I got up at eight sharp
I dusted off the bread

I put it in my mouth
I feel the blues coming
As if I got hit in the head

I grab a few tens
I throw myself at the door
My heart freezes with fear

And it struck me
Because they closed the shop
Since you’ve been gone

On stainless steel
A bitter tear falls
The opener rusts away

Bored, I go and
Stand for eight days
For the puffed rice

I can handle the crisis
I don’t need to eat
But let them stop poisoning me

Since you’ve been gone
I lose my good taste
I beg, Pepe, come back!