We have been riding through the night
Some kind of break would be alright
Don't stop here, don't stop yet
We can always wait for the right one

Only one, the right one!

Here we go, the shitty wagon is in the yard
He is there, He is there, there's no doubt about that
Uncontrolled beard and sleepy face
Because of his damn night sifts he hasn't slept in days

Everyone has their very own desires
Paste maintains the good'ol tradition
Something salty, something sweet
To crown all, the top notch service and surely again we shall meet

Only one, the right one!