Hotel Ethiopia

Ethio jazz/Death core/ Zamba


Verse 1
Same chairs as before.
Nobody was here.
The clock above the door
Still shows ten minutes to last year.

I want to write my name,
The paper turns into stone.
I want to book a stay
To spend time on my own.

Pre-Chorus
I can't explain
What is wrong.
I'll let the silence
Come along.

Chorus
Take a measure,
Forgotten pleasure.
A distant cry
Of the soul's leisure.

An empty room,
A quiet night,
A peaceful thought
Somewhere inside.

Verse 2
Empty glasses on the table —
A reminder of time.
Water sounds everywhere,
Though the surroundings are dry.

I see tomorrow's date
On a letter from the past.
I want to check and read,
But it turns into dust.

Pre-Chorus
I can't explain
What is wrong.
I'll let the silence
Come along.

Chorus
Take a measure,
Forgotten pleasure.
A distant cry
Of the soul's leisure.

An empty room,
A quiet night,
A peaceful thought
Somewhere inside.

Final Chorus
Take a measure,
Forgotten pleasure.
A distant cry
Of the soul's leisure.

An empty room,
A quiet night,
A peaceful thought
Somewhere inside.