On the roof of the hotel where I live with you
When I wait for you to come my friend
When the night makes them sing louder and better than me
All the cats, all the cats, all the cats
What do they say on the roofs, repeated by the voices
of those cats, of those cats, of those bored cats
The songs that I know, that I translate for you
Here they are, here they are, there you go
Chorus:
The sun has a date with the moon
But the moon isn't there and so the sun just waits
One will come down here and wait for the other
But they're both doing exactly the same thing
The moon is there, the moon is there
The moon is there but then sun doesn't see her
To find her, it must be night
It must be night but the sun doesn't know and keeps on shining
The sun has a date with the moon
But the moon isn't there and so the sun just waits
The experts, warned by the rain and the wind,
One day announced the end of the world
The papers talked about it most emotionally
About the prophesies of the experts
Many panicked people asked officials
If the world was really going to end
It was then that the doctors, experts and professors
Suddenly all burst into song
Chorus
Philosophers, listen, this part’s for you
Happiness is a fickle star
Who runs away from a good many dates
He hides, he dies in front of us
When we think he is far, he is there right next to you
He likes to travel, he likes to travel
He leaves, he comes back, and he goes some place else
Go and look for him, there’s a bit of him everywhere