In the roughness of Saturday night
I'm glad to watch people
outside laughing in the open air.
My heart also is made of air
my eyes reflect the joy of the people
and in my hair shines Saturday night.
Young man, I'm glad with my miserly
Saturday night, I'm happy with people
I am alive, I am happy with the air.
I am used to the evil of Saturday night.
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