A keresés eredménye

Party

There are seven days in a week
And each of these seven days
Would have been the same,
If there were no Saturdays.
Everyone waits for them, knowing that
On this particular day
Anything is possible,
Anything can happen.
 
Chorus
Let’s then make a party nobody’s ever gone to.
Let the neighbours bang, bang, bang on the door.
Let the fireworks burn, burn, burn, and you
Dance and drink wine, let the whole world spin around.
Dance and drink wine, let the whole world spin around.
 
You’ve had enough of sitting at home,
Of the sight of four walls.
The furniture is familiar, cold, grey:
You know this state so well.
They have fantastic shapes
When it gets dark.
It’s getting later and later,
And you’re still waiting for something to happen.
 
Chorus
Let’s then make a party nobody’s ever gone to.
Let the neighbours bang, bang, bang on the door.
Let the fireworks burn, burn, burn, and you
Dance and drink wine, let the whole world spin around.
Dance and drink wine, let the whole world spin around.
 
It’s already beginning to dawn
And, as usual, you cannot get up.
Back to the office, you’re combing your long hair1.
Swearing under your breath,
You’re putting the coat on.
Grey ghosts at the bus stop:
Every face is so familiar.
You feel like throwing up,
You’re sick and tired of it.
 

• 1. lit. 'feathers'