There's an old suitcase standing around
In a dusty room, in a dirty house
Someone had forgotten it a long time ago
So solitaire, but its presence is so strong
For a long time forgotten
A memorial of the past
That f*cking stupid suitcase, f*cking stupid suitcase
Sometimes sweet and sometimes bitter
The dust on its surface is centimeters thick
One can't imagine that it was ever used
That someone really put precious things in it
That all of this ever really happened
For a long time forgotten
A memorial of the past
That f*cking stupid suitcase, f*cking stupid suitcase
Sometimes sweet and sometimes bitter
But still, the suitcase is there!
An undeniable existence
You can ignore it but it won't disappear
And the burning question remains
And the burning question remains