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Summer is already drawing to a close
hang in there by those nails
it's hotter than you think
nothing from TV or radio
gets Get out of the apartment
and rush to the city
Saturday, I borrow a hundred and drink it
Saturday, I get enough for a hundred
what if schools start
I'm not interested, I want to continue
into conscious madness
these days there is a friction of a year
time slows down and sheer torment
and the city calms down
Saturday, I'll borrow a hundred and drink it
Saturday, I'll have enough for a hundred
summer is already drawing its last
hanging on it by its claws ¤
after the summer, maybe rain and low
but what's the point of a fairytale Saturday
Saturday, I'll borrow a hundred and drink it
Saturday, a hundred is enough to make
a fairy-tale Saturday