Haftanın Sonu [English translation]

Fridays are like packing a bag

Fridays are like a springtime with you

Like taking your hands without touching

Like seeing your eyes without looking

No Saturday was enough to live the day

No Saturday night ended up with a morning

I’m yours, the night is mine, the day is mine.

Don’t worry about me, I have always been in this way

The weekend is like a reprise

The weekend, the lyrics are the same

On Sundays, Monday takes me away

Sundays are like a fish in my hand

Like crying when I see your eyes

Like realizing what you mean when you leave

The weekend is like a reprise

The weekend, the lyrics are the same

The weekend is like a reprise

The weekend, the lyrics are the same