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English lyrics: The most beautiful street corner smells like coffe and like beer I smoke a cigarette and then about four more Her window is always open, she can see me standing here She asks 'Wait for me tonight, it is time ... to go away' Saturday i did nothing i am not alowed to do later Saturday, i saw the week that fell in the water (failed) But Saturday, saturday, i am freer than the rest The city is behind us, we look at each other It will never be the same, us here the world over there And i know what she's thinking, we can not go back Please drive around forever, because everything, everything goes too fast I lived slowly , in the margin of such a day That everything is just about possible , and nothing more is required And I was wasting my time, but I'm ready for Saturday Saturday i did nothing i am not alowed to do later Saturday, i saw the week that fell in the water (failed) But Saturday, i am freer than the rest
Dutch lyrics: De allermooiste straathoek ruikt naar koffie en naar bier Ik rook een sigaret en dan nog een stuk of vier Haar raam staat altijd open, ze kan me zo zien staan Ze roept "wacht o mij vanavond, het is tijd om weg te gaan" Wie kan nooit iets beters dan zo'n mooi ongeduld Toen ik de zon heb neergekeken wat me niet met spijt vervuld En als ik haar dan ophaal, zit ze naast me en ze zwwijgt Ik rij harder weg dan anders, duw het asfalt voor ons uit Zaterdag, deed ik niets wat ook wel later mag Zaterdag, zag ik de week die in het water lag Maar zaterdag zaterdag, ben ik vrijer dan de rest De stad ligt achter ons, we kijken naar elkaar Het wordt nooit meer hetzelfde, wij hier de wereld daar En ik weet wel wat ze denkt nu, we kunnen niet meer terug Rij alsjeblieft voor altijd om want alles, alles gaat te vlug Ik leefde langzaam aan in de kantlijn van zo'n dag Dat alles net nog kan en niet meer hoeft En ik verdeed mijn tijd, maar ik ben klaar om zaterdag Zaterdag, deed ik niets wat ook wel later mag Zaterdag, zag ik de week die in het water lag Maar zaterdag zaterdag, ben ik vrijer dan de rest
KielyGyrl the most beautiful street corner smells like coffee and beer I smoke a cigarette and then another four Her window is always open, she can see me like that She calls "wait o me tonight, it's time to leave" Who can never do anything better than such a nice impatience When I looked down at the sun, I did not regret it And when I pick her up, she sits next to me and she is silent I drive faster than usual, push the asphalt in front of us On Saturday, I did nothing that is allowed later On Saturday, I saw the week that was in the water But Saturday Saturday, I am freer than the rest The city is behind us, we look at each other It will never be the same again, we here the world there And I know what she thinks now, we can not go back Please drive forever because everything, everything goes too fast I slowly lived in the margins of such a day That everything is still possible and no longer needs to be done And I spread my time, but I'm ready for Saturday On Saturday, I did nothing that is allowed later On Saturday, I saw the week that was in the water But Saturday Saturday, I am freer than the rest
I tried my best, haha! "The most beautiful street-corner smells like coffee and like beer. I'm smoking 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." (On) Saturday, I'm not doing anything that I can also do later. (On) Saturday, I saw the week that had failed. But (on) Saturday - I am more free than anyone else. The city is behind us, and we look at each other. It will never be the same again; we over here - the world over there. And I know what she's thinking right now - that we can no longer turn around. Please just keep driving forever - because everything is going way too fast. I was living slowly, in the margin of one of those days. In a way that everything is still possible, but nothing is mandatory/necessary. And I was wasting my time - but I am ready for Saturday."
