Every Monday, you finish your work too late
And then TV and sleep, when my heart wakes up
And every Tuesday, you tell me in the morning – and you forget it
"We'll go to the cinema", and in the evening – "sorry"
Like this, like that, life passes by
And the good times pass us over
Like this, like that, love breaks
Routine and laziness threaten us
Like this, like that, I can't take it anymore
I'm disappointed, you've lost me
I'm not sticking around anymore, like this, like that
That's the end, like this, like that
Even on Saturday at midnight, you have already told me "good night"
You fall asleep just as I go out, singing to yourself very loudly