It´s saturday already,
week´s about to end.
Don´t get dressed,
let´s stay in bed.

Let´s hug and remember.
Like that warm night in september.
Window was open
and a bird sang a tune.

And how about that afternoon
when we were out of radio
and television?
There was that blackout,
you remember?

And what did we do?
We were in heaven
and didn´t hurry back.