It is a beautiful saturday night
here at the back of beyond*.
This small, black dot on the map
wakes from the lethargy;
the lights of the block,
echos from the staircase,
the rustle of the leaves.
Today I will go out,
get drunk and be happy,
by throwing myself
to the happy laughter in the tables.
It is a beautiful Saturday night.
He is dancing and the music is playing.
The weekdays are a distant dream.
I take what I can.
For a moment a feeling is awoken:
anything can happen,
but it's not very common
for planets to swerve off their course.
I know this place
I know exactly
what is going to happen next
and after than.
I wake up, it's morning
everything is as it was
And the week, it starts to roll slowly.
It is a beautiful Saturday night...
For a moment we get the feeling
that anything can happen,
but it's not very common
for planets to swerve off their course.