Holidays, oh, holidays
It's the plane descending from the sky
And, in the shadow of its wing,
A city passes by
The ground is so close
Holidays
Holidays, oh, holidays
Churches and social housing
What does he do, this God they love?
He lives in space
The ground is so close
Holidays, oh, holidays
From the plane, the shadow takes to the sea
The sea, as a prelude
To the desert
The sea is so low
Holidays
Holidays, oh, holidays
So much sky and so many clouds
At your age, you don't know
That life can wear you out,
That death is so vile
Holidays
Holidays, oh, holidays
It's the plane living in the sky
But don't forget, beautiful girl,
That planes do break
And that the ground is so close
Holidays