There’s only a day in a week
When I’m happy,
When I’m slowly walking along these streets,
When bright clouds are floating with northern wind
And a smile on your lips smells like green tea.
Even deep under black sea I can’t find a rest for my bones
And seagulls sing sad sad songs about dead ships,
But faraway, the sun’s rising up and shining on a diamond
In a ring of life,
In a ring of ancient fire,
In a ring of time.
Saturday,
Saturday,
My true love.