Stereoroute

Along the hushed stereoroute
you’ve set out to drive
tonight, eh? Fine

Past green back lanes you go
between the Balkan and the Sredna Gora
Slightly left, then left… Straight on
and then you don’t ask where
No one to ask, eh? Well, fine

On both sides — a hedgerow
like a living forest
A living forest like a fence —
so you won’t swerve off the road
should you happen to feel like it…

And it keeps driving you to drive
a little left, then left… Straight on
and then you don’t ask where —
Between the Balkan and the Sredna Gora
and on and on, and still no sea…

And on ahead and on ahead…
and left, left… and again
You slurp a coffee
Then it hits you in the head
(and that’s fine too)
You’ve caught the stereoroute
The merry-go-round drags you on