Friday night, end of the week
I get drunk by myself, getting in and out of bed
I think I ate too much and that I'm almost happy
I turn on the TV, but put it on mute
I make impossible plans that come to naught
I'll cancel them later, it's ordinary for me
A part of me, of me, of me, of me
A part of me
Is not quite happy
Almost happy, happy, happy, happy, happy
Almost happy
Is not enough for me
The eternal contradiction of the human race
The parody of civilization
Can make me cry,
but I rather laugh
I'm halfway through my life and I want
The sun to rise and wake me up in the morning
If it rises for me, it will also rise for you
A part of me, of me, of me, of me
A part of me
Is not quite happy
Almost happy, happy, happy, happy, happy
Almost happy
Is not enough for me
Almost happy, happy
Almost happy, happy.