I don't wait for the bus
I'm already on my way
it's the Eve

a little busy in the street
everyone's wearing their best
shoes, polished for the feast

Open curtains, tables laid
chuckles and soft music
people will be at home tonight

The candles are dancing around us
the big loaves smell of peace
we have no questions now

The decorated bus
has clean seats
on which no one died

There are pigeons fluttering up
and three angels above the stores
are blowing their buisines