A Monday is never the last
But now the calendar has stopped
It makes thorns inside
It's like a day that passes every hour
Chorus:
Maybe if a day will pass
This anxiety of happiness
Maybe that the desire to not lose oneself won't return
Let's steal New York's wind
and a cinema from Berlin
and what remains
from this Sunday hung in midair
From Monday
to survive
It hurts a bit, It makes (you) laugh a bit
It can't wait
It's like a day that escapes every hour
Chorus:
Maybe if a day will pass
This anxiety of happiness
Maybe that the desire to not lose oneself won't return
Let's steal New York's wind
and a cinema from Berlin
and what remains
from this Sunday hung in midair
And how strange is the stupor
It's like having new CDs and little will to dance
And you don't think about it and meanwhile you look outside
And everything is far away
Chorus:
Maybe if a day will pass
This anxiety of happiness
Maybe that the desire to not lose oneself won't return
Let's steal New York's wind
and a cinema from Berlin
and what remains
from this Sunday hung in midair
And how strange is the stupor