A keresés eredménye

Space on The Calendar

At last, empty space on my calendar
And I'm not gonna fill it at all
I'll do what I like
Grillin' my skin until it's cooked
Hey, let's do something stupid today
 
There're no worries, there're no, there're no!
There's no rush, there's no, there's no!
There're no worries, there're no, there're no!
There's no rush, there's no, there's no!
 
Verse 1 (Mäkki)
 
Aaah! At last, there's space on my calendar, I'm gonna do what I like
Not one pointless explanation, the highway is hot and I'm ready
Jump on my car, free-diving to the bottom, I hold my breath, yeeeah!
And then I'll let everything on the surface, Real Mäkki, hey, who else would it be?
Droppin' those diamonds, I ain't watching clock hands, the summer we'll spend on our bikes
At last on vacation, I uncork my Corona with a lime slice!
Beer*, an after-party on my backyard, feet sink into beach sand
Like we were in Canary Island, I travel on the first class, enough leg room
There await the burning asphalt and naked skin!
This is no summer romance, I'm not offerin' a band-aid
I get the best vibes from you when we're strollin' down the seashore
You dig rockin' to Donna Karan and Michael Kors
Converses on your feet and hypnotic micro-shorts!
 
Chorus
 
At last, empty space on my calendar
And I'm not gonna fill it at all
I'll do what I like
Grillin' my skin until it's cooked
Hey, let's do something stupid today
 
There're no worries, there're no, there're no!
There's no rush, there's no, there's no!
There're no worries, there're no, there're no!
There's no rush, there's no, there's no!
 
Verse 2 (Ruma)
 
There're no worries, I take it easy, I'm openin' a Vinetto* can*
Phone closed, I'm on vacation, thanks and goodbye
I won't be within reach, from under a parasol I tell everyday life to go to hell with aloha
A water scooter to the beach, taps flowing with beer
And I'm tankin' up, babes* are lookin' the best
They ain't hiding their skin with fabric, Kankaanpää*, Bora Bora
Helsinki-Vantaa*, no matter where I am
I watch from behind my shades, the gear switched from five to free
It's hot like Sara Chafak*, let's make this moment ours
Like Tapan*, the air smells of Nivea Sun
Navel shots, boats, terraces
Rental cars, parties, festivals, aeroplanes, after parties
This is life, Farenheits hittin' my neck
I have a straw hat, shorts, a big cig, and a Cuba Libre!
 
C-part x2 (Mäkki)
 
Let it get out of hand
Let's do something explosive, dangerous!
Who cares about spent hundreds?
No one wants boring and ordinary!
 
Chorus
 
At last, empty space on my calendar
And I'm not gonna fill it at all
I'll do what I like
Grillin' my skin until it's cooked
Hey, let's do something stupid today
 
There're no worries, there're no, there're no!
There's no rush, there's no, there's no!
There're no worries, there're no, there're no!
There's no rush, there's no, there's no!
There're no worries, there're no, there're no!
There's no rush, there's no, there's no!
There're no worries, there're no, there're no!
There's no rush, there's no, there's no!