Tardes

Evenings, fooling around on a Friday
Untangling my weekend
So many evenings
Then, it goes by so fast and you can't see it
You want to touch it but it's already gone
You haven't seen it

And again, I miss my fix
I make low-budget movies and fall asleep
And I hang on, on the trapeze of the five days
Like a cold-blooded bat, and I call you

My seahorse, my unbalanced one
I'd let myself be killed for a gallop
My seahorse, my unbalanced one
I'd let myself be killed to see what you see

January, the count starts at minute zero
I look at the horoscope in magazines and laugh
And I see, how the nineties go by
And how the pieces, the borders change places

And again, I miss my fix
I make low-budget movies and fall asleep
And I hang on, on the trapeze of the five days
Like a cold-blooded bat, and I call you

My seahorse, my unbalanced one
I'd let myself be killed for a gallop
My seahorse, my unbalanced one
I'd let myself be killed to see what you see
My seahorse