The unexpected holidays, like the dream that always spins about in your head The unexpected holidays that you always only think about going Riding on the little airplane in the picture of postcards you send to childhood friends To arrive at the shore of a small island with a roofless house
*Look at you Holding a pink cocktail in one hand, Soaking in the sunlight with the seashore wind With a carefree easiness you were never able to possess Try to hear it now, the vibrations you cannot feel The words of your elders you were so concerned about Has nothing to do you now It is the story of yesturday
With a bowl brimming with shellfish by your bedside, Drinking the tropical fruit juice that's been giving off its fragrance since this morning, You sleep during the daytime by the seashore with an idleness that owns up to nothing Turning off the light that lit up the night, You drink the alchohol of tomorrow
**Look at you Holding a pink cocktail in one hand, Soaking in the sunlight with the seashore wind With a carefree easiness you were never able to possess Try to hear it now, the sounds of people here and there The annoying sound of the alarm clock Has nothing to do you now It is the story of yesturday
Get up don't be a fool Who would ever wanted to work for all this time And get up don't be afraid You have earned yourself a real holiday Just get up don't be a fool Before you turn yourself into an old man Don't you know don't you know It's all about the right time
*Look at you Holding a pink cocktail in one hand, Soaking in the sunlight with the seashore wind With a carefree easiness you were never able to possess Try to hear it now, the vibrations you cannot feel The words of your elders you were so concerned about Has nothing to do you now It is the story of yesturday
**Look at you Holding a pink cocktail in one hand, Soaking in the sunlight with the seashore wind With a carefree easiness you were never able to possess Try to hear it now, the sounds of people here and there The annoying sound of the alarm clock Has nothing to do you now It is the story of yesturday