Vertaling van: Blof - Zaterdag

The most beautiful corner of the street
Smells like coffee and beer
I smoke a cigarette
And then another four or so
Her window is always open
She can just see me standing here
She shouts: wait for me tonight
It's time to leave

I never had anything better
Then such pretty patience
Until I watched the sun go down
What doesn't fill me with regret
And when I then pick her up
She sits next to me and is silent
I drive away faster than usually
Push the tarmac out in front of us

Saturday
I didn't do anything that could've been done later
Saturday
I saw the week that had failed
But Saturday
Saturday
I am more free than the others The city is behind us
We look at each other
It's never going to be the same
Us here, the world over there
And I know what she's thinking now:
We can't go back anymore
Please keep driving forever
Because everything, everything is going too fast

I lived slowly
In the margin of one of those days
So that everything is still possible, but not mandatory
I was wasting my time
But I am ready for Saturday

Saturday
I didn't do anything that could've been done later
Saturday
I saw the week that had failed
But Saturday
Saturday
I am freer than the others