the rain is pouring hard, the ground’s soaked

mud is sticking to the old tire,

still, round it goes just like it did before

 

passengers are kept warm despite the roof that’s rusting

some are sleeping deeply

as the end of a tiring work day

 

she goes up and down the streets, avenues and boulevards

never-ceasing, never tired even with the creaking

be it rain, be it sunshine she’s out and about

 

she’ll continue to work, to make sure you’re all safe

the old creaking bus, here she comes again