Maybe two, or three more And Saturday's gone On your lonely stool With your secret twin Singing "goodnight, goodnight, cruel night... Take what you want from me" It could be tomorrow, at the latest And Saturday's gone You cannot hide all your life Behind words only you can understand If it worked out fine once, then lucky you Pole pole Pole kitoto You were a child, such a beautiful child You were a Saturday's child And soon you got your own job to do Your life, your life was about Weaving the squares in your town Pole pole Pole kitoto