Samedi soir sur la terre [English translation]

He arrives, she sees him, she wants him

And her eyes do the rest

She manages to set fire

To all her moves

After that it's a classic story

Whatever the smoke

Whatever the music

She lifts up her hair, she hopes he guesses

In her eyes like a doll

He gets comfortable, he looks around

He gets his lines ready

As she moves a little closer

Suddenly their eyes meet

After that it's a normal story

The drink she accepts, and the smiles he lays out

Coming near, he sees fine shadows

In her eyes like a doll

No need to be specific

Where they're from and what they say

It's a childhood story

An ordinary story

It's simply, simply

Saturday night on Earth

It's simply, simply

Saturday night on Earth

Saturday night on Earth

They talk, they brush, they know

They'll have to go outside

They have to touch

The music is so good

After that, it's just an adventure

That takes place on the back seat of a car

He sees blue shadows

That are designed by desire

On her figurine face

No need to specify

Where they're from and what they say

It's simply, simply

Saturday night on Earth

Saturday night on Earth

No need to be more specific

This story is already over

We would do the same

If it had to be done again

It was simply, simply

A Saturday night on Earth

Saturday night on Earth

Saturday night...

• Artist:Francis Cabrel
• Album:Samedi soir sur la Terre